After an early dinner at Pizzeria Mozza on Saturday (capsule review: we agree with Andre), Mrs. Orel and I headed up to Universal City to catch Conan O'Brien's live show (capsule review: more fun than funny). We hadn't been to CityWalk in something like ten years, and were reminded why: It's a touristy nightmare.
But even touristy nightmares can have an oasis, and in this case it's the Dodgers Clubhouse (which is really just a pretty ordinary merchandise store — but it beats a joint selling nothing but socks. Or sandals).
As I approached the store, of course I tried to identify the 15-foot player adorning its facade. Where's his number? Why does he look so generic? Would they really put a no-name player up there? Or is the sign so expensive that they can't take a chance using a player who might eventually embarrass the team, or worse, fade into irrelevance? Is that really a model portraying a Dodger? Or a Photoshop job?
So tell us, SoSG readers: Who is the numberless Universal CityWalk Dodger? I'm all ears.
Other anonymous Dodger content at SoSG: Now You Can Be a Genderless, Ethnically Neutral, Four-Batting-Glove-Wearing Homunculus in a Poorly Photoshopped Dodger Victory Mélange