Though the first $14 is gone the second you enter the parking lot. $14!!!! Luckily, you can not beat the walk (especially for a cheapskate like me who usually parks by the LA Police Academy)
I had given up all hope on finding a scalper until seconds before I paid full price. "WHO NEEDS TICKETS?" I paid the gentleman $20 per for THIS!
It did not take long to understand why Moneyball exists. For one thing, the entire upper section is covered. Apparently, the As have given up on selling a single ticket north of the 200 level.
Their video screen is smaller than my smallest TV, complete with late 70s two-bit graphics consisting of hands clapping and the word "Go." The As actually pride themselves on their frugality, with ads that trumpet "We don't buy teams, we build them." Last I checked, fans are happier with real victories over moral defeats... and don't get any thrill from small payrolls (just ask those ten Marlins fans).
Perhaps strangest of all, the bullpen was right on the field. No walls. No protection. No problem.
But what the stadium lacked in glitz and big-name players, it made up for in BOOZE. So much booze.
And I saw something which you'll never find in Dodger Stadium.
I finally left when I realized this was not in fact a real pub...
All in all, it was a perfect day of baseball. Fifteen rows behind home plate for $20. Supernachos. All sorts of beer. Though I will deduct points for their fans. While leaving early to make my flight, I passed by a group of kids playing at the MLB 2K stand. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NINTH INNING OF A ONE RUN GAME.
If my kid did this, he would no longer be entitled to the fine DeShields name.
Sidenote: I also survived a visit to the most dangerous place on Earth - A Raiders Store.
But I did get my son a shirt that will make him the most feared kid at daycare.