Beat L.A.! (Or, not...)

I went to my first Dodger game tonight.

I also had my first Dodger Dog. Spoiler alert: It's just a long hot dog.

Plus, Dodgers Stadium is ugly. The only thing they could do to improve that joint is turn it around so the audience is facing downtown. Who's the genius that designed this park? What the hell was he thinking? Instead, the audience faces the hills and a giant sign that, emulating the Hollywood sign, says "THINK BLUE." I now have a nefarious plan to change the words to read "THINK POO." I think it's possible.

Also, for quite some time I thought I kept imagining that everyone was wearing the number 42 on their uniform.

The conversation in my head went something like this:

"Are you sure? Maybe the last batter had the number 24 on his back? Really? Are you sure? Have another beer. But, they're $10 each. Who cares. Beer is good."

My brain usually turns to convincing me that some form of alcohol will do me good. I need to look into this.

They were paying homage to Jackie Robinson at tonight's game. Hence, the number 42. This is simultaneously awesome and disappointing. Awesome because Jackie Robinson was a great figure who broke the so-called color barrier in sports. Disappointing because it had nothing to do with the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

It took until the 8th inning for me to actually realize that everyone had the same number on. I applaud myself for being so observant.

The game came down to the wire. It was the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, a full count, tied 4-4 and only one out. The Dodgers were up to bat. What happened, you say? Did the Dodgers hit a line drive single down the third base line to drive the winning run home? No, of course not. The Giants walked the batter. I really hope this is not an indication that the season is going to suck big time.

We ended the night hanging out at the Tiki Ti bar on Sunset. Word has it that lines are over an hour long during the summer hours. We thankfully were there during an off night.

The story behind the place is that it's a traditional tiki bar that is owner operated. They apparently are only open during the Spring and Summer. They make some mean, stiff drinks that are rather expensive. So, I don't see myself going there a lot. The downside to it being owner-operated is that you can smoke inside, per California law. I'm not really into going home smelling like smoke.

I do like the drinks, though. I'd recommend the Space Cadet. Thankfully I only had one, which prevented me from fully realizing the concept of being the name of the drink.