Sunday at Dodger Stadium saw a leadoff triple and all of one other hit from the bottom dwelling Astros. Led by a never-better Jerry Hairston (five hits), the Dodgers showed why they're LA's best non-Hockey team. But you wouldn't know it from the attendance.
Thanks to my father-in-law's curious connection, the family DeShields sat in style. Close enough for the dugout to smell my son's Dodger dog addiction.
Close enough to see the Treanor family.
Close enough to watch Bobby warmup for a stellar six pitch at bat, where he didn't swing once and yet went from 0-2 to a walk (told you he'd be a legit pick-up!):
Even if there was a reminder that this Row A seat - before the "improvements" to Dodgers Stadium - was a real Row A.
Only Andre Ethier's resemblance to a mere human could bring down an otherwise stellar game on a stellar day with my stellar family. And friend of SoSG Todd.
(The actual Todd's neck. I've got a picture of his face, but it'll cost you.)
Coming later. Part 2: One Night in Anaheim.