Orel has already established how not only failed to Stand Up To Cancer, but also got swept under the rug altogether. Well, having attended last night's game (along with Delino and the whole Sax clan), I can tell you, there wasn't much Star Wars action going around. Frankly, it was more depressing than watching Anakin and Amidala roll down a grassy hill together in an embrace.
My daughter spied a Darth Vader-costumed attendee while I was getting concessions early on, and sometime around the second inning they put DiamondVision on a stormtrooper standing at the top of the right field pavilion. Oh, and they played cantina music at one between-inning interstitial. But that was it. Lame!
Honestly, the closest we got to a Star Wars theme was seeing Chewbacca there (sort of):
(And to be truthful, Delino's kid brought this guy alone with him. If not for Delino, it would have been pretty bleak.)
Here's another feeble attempt at paying homage to the greatest epic movie series of our generation: a retweet:
If not for this guy and his KEMVP shirt, I don't know what I'd be documenting from this game:
Next year, can we at least have Max Rebo behind the organ, or Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru on the Kiss Cam? Or at least give free beer to women dressed in the Leia Jabba's Slave outfit? Come on, Dodgers. Search your feelings. You know this year's Star Wars Night effort to be lame.
(Great time seeing Delino there, however! At least there's that. Oh, and mad props to Josh Rawitch, who was kind enough to stop by to say hi and spend a half-inning shooting the bull. I'm excited for his new adventure with the Diamondbacks, and wish him the best. It's a huge loss for the Dodgers.)