And I didn't park near the Police Academy to avoid paying $89 or whatever it costs:
And for one day, I joined the ranks of baseball's elite - the hardworking men and women of the press corps:
I journeyed into the Dodgers locker room (sorry fellas, no pics allowed). I watched Andre Ethier tackle such hard hitting questions as "What's Your Favorite Kind of Japanese Food?" I listened to reporters uniformly dismiss fans for supporting Manny.
I struggled with the reporter etiquette of not cheering in the press booth (especially with some of those fielding gems). I got to hear Vin Scully sing while warming up. I had free hot dogs, free cookies, and stood a few feet from the mighty Joe Torre:
I sat in the Dodgers' dugout and drank from their water AND Powerade (cause reporters need electrolytes too):
And there was a game too - but the less said about it, the better. So an enormous and most humble thanks to Josh Rawitch and the Dodgers for treating Bloggers like people too. But now that I've seen how the other half lives, I'm not sure I can return to the more plebeian lifestyle of the average fan. Although with the ten two-for-one ticket vouchers currently burning a hole in my pocket, I might have to.