This One is Going to Be Short

(I know I'm late, VERY hectic weekend-M)

2006-Second year of Petco

#2 Ranked and National Tittle game bound USC-9

Unranked and underdog UCLA-13

GIVE ME MY MONEY!

(I had a Trojan boss)


BEAT SC.

They Should Make This Movie

1992-Fourth grade. This years version had the 15th ranked trojies against a unknown walk on quarterback in only his third start going for the good guys. A year ago John Barnes was sneaking into the student section to watch the game. Now he was under center with a front row seat to the action. UCLA was at .500 and a win would guarantee a winning season. I had the opportunity to go but unfortunately had to cancel.It would be the first of many times I would miss Bruin games due to my sister. But to be quite honest I didn't really expect much that game. I mean, I knew we would win but, damn like this.

John Barnes not only did well, but he left a mark on this series that will never be forgotten. All he did was go 16-28 for 384 and have touchdown passes of 29, 57, and 90 yards. The 90 yarder was the one for which he'll especially be remembered for. After coming back from a 14 point deficit to start the fourth quarter, the Bruins were at their own ten with about 2 minutes to go. Barnes drops back to pass and hits J.J. Stokes for 90 yards and puts a dagger into the trojan hearts. Improbable. I should have been there but thanks again to my little sister, the memory I have of this game is watching it with pops on Prime Ticket. A fine one nonetheless, but I should of been there. I have since forgiven her. She knows she owes me a memorable sports moment and has agreed to never wear cardinal and gold. I guess I'll take what I can get.

BEAT SC.

Oh, Now I Understand

1990-Second grade. I had been to other games in the past. I actually believe my first game was in the 88 season. (I'll have to check with pops on that one) Anyways, I was more than stoked to see my first rivalry game. It would be the proverbial duel of the quarterbacks: Tommy Maddox for the good guys and Todd Marinovich for the hated ones. The game was memorable due to the fact that it was a high scoring affair with sc winning on a touchdown (that still shouldn't count) 45-42.

The high point for me came before the start of the game. This was the game that I received my very first piece of anti-sc gear. It was a huge button that both Joe Bruin slamming tommy trojan into a trash can and around all this were the words "TRASH THE TROJANS!!" Pretty tame (compared to the FUSC shirt I now own) but when I was first given this I was blown away. I never knew that two schools could have so much hate for each other let alone understand why my pops and uncle would send each other x-mas cards consoling the loser of the game. It was right there in front of me.

BEAT SC.

Beat sc of Course But Since it Was '98, Beat Miami

1998-Sophomore in high school. I had recently transferred schools over my refusal to adhere to uniform policy. Looking back on it I think it was because I was going through my Punk rock phase and I was tired of wearing uniforms to school for the previous ten years. Anyways I had kept in touch with a few people and one of them was a huge sc fan. We would debate everything concerning the rivalry. During the week he approached me about going to the game at the Rose Bowl. Neither of us had tickets so we decided to be hard core and bus it up there and buy tickets from scalpers. Pops kind of got mad that I went with a trojie, but after he revealed he was only messing I was off.

As we entered the Arroyo Secco, it was a scene. Half blue and half red littered the landscape. We decided to walk around and take it all in before breaking the law and obtaining tickets. Realizing that neither one of us would be caught dead at our opponents tailgate we split up. Now I really don't remember what he did but, my fellow Bruins and I partied mightily before the game. We were ranked in number one in this new thing called the BCS and if we won the next two games we would play for the national championship. Now the mere thought of UCLA winning it all in football was enough to drink but to actually be alive to witness it happen was unthinkable.

Two more was all we needed.

So after an hour of partying it up in our respective fan bases we met near the famous sign and picked up some tickets from what appeared to be an sc alum. After jokingly voicing my mistrust in him (even though I really meant it, he was just too stupid to realize it) we entered the stadium. If I remember correctly ( damn alcohol consumption) it was sort of back and forth for the two quarters. Towards the end of the half we recognized some people who had also purchased tickets from the same scumbag that we did. As they were trying to get to their seats some other people had come with tickets for the same location that they had. As the usher was coming to resolve this I noticed that the people we had recognized had shifted their attention to us. After 15 mins of evading Rose Bowl security we decided to split to the south end zone which happened to be full of red. Now this was going to end with me either being verbally assaulted to the point of tears or me running my mouth to epic proportions.

One more was all we needed.

We ended up winning 34-17. I decided to split up again to party it up with the student section. The celebration culminated with cheerleaders bring out a yell horn that hadn't been used since our championship season of 1954. For that one day we were on top of the world. We had not only beaten the scum from across town but, at that point we had done it eight straight years, the longest streak in the history of this storied rivalry, and we were on our way to claiming college football's top prize. All we needed was to beat Miami next weekend in a make up game that was reschedlued due to Hurricane Georges. No matter. We had the nation's longest winning streak. Nothing could stop us now.


49-45 Miami.

BEAT SC.

It's That Time Again

SC.
I hate those two letters. I hate Cardinal and Gold. I hate almost everything and anything remotely associated with that cesspool. (the only exception being George Lucas) Especially around this time because it's rivalry week. So for the next five days I will be recounting the five most memorable games I have seen since I've been in existence. I will try to be unbiased but I won't make any promises. I mean rumor has it God was a Bruin...he made the sky blue and the sun yellow.

GO BRUINS. BEAT SC!!

What I'm Thankful For

Keeping with the theme of the last post, (family) I'm gonna let you in on a little tradition I have with my pops. Every year on X-mas eve, (this year the event will make it's Thanksgiving debut) my mother and sister usually go to my grandmother's house or whatever aunt's house is next in the rotation, to exchange presents, eat, and other things of that nature. Usually, everyone from my mother's side is there and a good time is had by all. Well except for me and pops. You see my aunts and grandmother have always this demeanor about them. Quite simply put they hate men and all things male associated. It guess it started with my grandmother and her father. I don't want to get in to it but there are some major daddy issues . Then I guess it snowballed with the fact that none of my mother's sisters has a husband and the one that does is severely mistreated. So when my father and I make that rare appearance there is always an uncomfortable tension in the air. When I became old enough to stand up for myself I decided that I love that side of my family but I don't need to be there. I told pops we should start our own tradition. We should drink. Heavily. At first he laughed at the idea but when I said we should drink seven sevens' he immediately became interested. So while my mother's side is burning men in effigy, my father and I drink while discussing various topics ranging from the current political climate to Bruin athletics. Now again I don't have anything against that side of the family but I rather take a timeout and spend some time with the man who showed me the holy trinity of seven sevens', Tripas, and UCLA.

Cheers to you pops.

The Force is strong with this one

There's this female cousin of mine from my Madre's side of the family whom I've never really gotten along with. We were born a month apart and ever since then it seems like we've always been in competition. Oh yeah, she intimidates the hell out of me. (Another story for another day) We never really go beyond the requisite exchange of pleasantries so imagine my surprise when I recently found her oldest son playing with Star Wars figures. My Nina, who was also there at the time remarked to him "Go ahead Dezmon, ask Michael he knows everything about Star Wars." So this child of seven or younger (again we don't talk much) asks "Obi-Wan taught Anakin so who taught Obi-Wan?" So I told him it was Qui-Gon and he handed me his toys. As I fuddled with Mace's lightsaber and Dooku's detachable Force lighting (very cool) I told him I have all kinds of figures like these at my house. His eyes lit up and he told me we should play sometime.

Oh, it's so on now.

210 Freeway

A couple weeks ago I went to go see my cousin play a show somewhere in San Dimas. I must admit, I didn't really want to go. I rather much hit the sauce on a Saturday night at the Burgundy, but he is like a little brother to me so off I went. I decided to pick up a bottle before we hit the freeway. I didn't know what type of venue it was and if they had booze who knew how much it would cost. So on the sixty to the six 0' five. It was raining and the night had officially begun.

We were making good time. The freeways were pretty clear (it was early) and I guess you could say so far so good. But looming in the distance was the two ten. Now let me stop right there, I have nothing against the two ten. I didn't see a horrific accident there or something like that. It's just I get kind of nostalgic whenever I travel on that road. It's just that particular on ramp off the six o' five north that always gets me.

Years ago that place, that little intersection, played a huge role on who I was and who I now am. During that time I was living in Rialto and then Victorville with an ex-girlfriend. It was a pretty good relationship for the most part accept she was really pushing me to move in with her. I decided to go on with it because 1) I liked her (obviously) 2) She SEEMED like she had a good head on her shoulders 3)She said it was time for me to "grow up" (i.e., leave your friends and all that you love behind) Truth be told it was more like a forced situation. As result of this I became bored and angry. (honestly there's not much to do out there unless you have a healthy Meth habit) So more than often I would travel back home.

I had a female friend who lived in the Pasadena/Altadena area. We used to talk for hours on end. She wasn't perfect though. She came from a huge sc family. (she even tried to put me in an sc sweater once, didn't happen..lol) As result of her interesting opinions and similar tastes we grew to be pretty close. Sometimes, on the way back to deadsville, I would be selfish and instead of making a right to take the two ten east I'd make a left and go west. It was a decision I never regretted but it was one some didn't agree with, namely the woman I was living with at the time.

Nothing came from either relationships. Well. I guess you could count the personal growth, and knowledge I gained from the experience. I always sort of chuckle when I near that road and always wonder how much different my life would have been if I would of just stayed to the right.

(I should of stayed right more often. The Miller brewing company is there. Have you seen the silo of High Life they have?-M)

It's those damn car flags

I hate the Lakers. Don't get me wrong, I respect the organization and it's players past and present, but as a native Angelino I think it's supposed to be in my DNA to root for the ol' purple and gold. But it's not and why you ask? It's because of you Laker fan with your myopic thoughts of winning 70 games every year, your constant arguments of Kobe being the greatest thing since sliced bread, and of course the aforementioned car flags. I'm sick of it. Mostly it's a shame. I wish I could be one of the many that wears a team jersey (Naturally I would sport Farmar's) but when your average sixteen year old fan tells me that they have been a fan since '88 I come to my senses.

Don't think I'm singling you out Laker fan. There are others. Giants, Angels, Padres, (although I am a huge Peavy fan. Dodger fan will kill me on this one) Trojans, and Yankees. But those are givens of course. I never really go out of my way to root against someone with such eagerness. Well maybe the Raiders but now they are mostly irrelevant. Either way I am done with you. So when you get eliminated this year and fail yet again to win a championship, I don't want to hear it. Most importantly leave the car flags at home.

Either one can't lose

Alright, decision time. I am having a bit of trouble with choosing this year's Halloween costume. I have narrowed it down to two:


1.)


2.)

Opinions obviously needed and appreciated.

I'm going with Backbeat

Over the weekend there was an interesting discussion topic that came up. What has been the greatest musical artist bio picture ever made. Some of the choices were:

*The Buddy Holly Story
*La Bamba
*Backbeat
*Ring Of Fire
*Great Balls Of Fire
*The Glenn Miller Story
*The Doors
*Ray

Opinions? Arguments? Comments?

Quick Observation

I don't know if I have mentioned it or not, but I have had a playoff beard going since the Dodgers won the West. Two observations I have made(well three if you count the fact that I look fucking ridiculous)one is this thing is itchy, and two is it makes me look even more Mexican. So now when I am approached by someone who decides to assume that I speak Spanish as my first language, they become even more upset then they usually do when they find out I speak muy poquito Español.

Oh the joys of East Los Angeles....

Change of pace

(Going to try and change the pace here. Usually I don't get all emotional and personal on this blog, but here goes nothing-M)

It's fall. The time of the year that is somewhat cruel to yours truly. Bruin football and Dodger baseball are usually non-existent. Accept this year. The fellas over there in Chavez Ravine are in the playoffs and there is actually a glimmer of hope surrounding the city of angels. This team has all the tools to do some damage and maybe just maybe win it all.

Only one problem with that. You are not here. Over these past couple years I have tried many times and have gone to many games but I still can't shake your memory. I was a fool to take the time we spent together for granted and I feel even stupider knowing that it was my own selfish fault for letting that happen. Little things like sharing a smoke or singing duets on the 110 freeway are a treasured memory that I will hold close to my heart till the day I die.

You were a friend that will be sorely missed.

Let's get Fucked up

(Late on putting this one up been kinda hectic lately..M)


I got a call in the afternoon from the Narc asking if I wanted to go the last Dodger home game of the season. Even though money is sort of a rarity around here these days, I just had to go. I was informed that Bizarro Mike and the new wife were the ones behind this production. Kinda felt weird about it at first because that meant two things: lack of conversation, and Mexican beer. What made it even more uncomfortable was when I stepped into the truck there was some weird ass Industrial music playing.

I finally felt at ease as soon as we entered the parking lot. Weather wise, I couldn't have been more comfortable. Nice and cool with a slight breeze. Combine that with a pinkish sky over lot two, it finally set in: last home game of the season. Next stop playoffs. As we all piled out we all went for the booze we had purchased before we got on a jam packed five freeway. Everyone was excited. We had clinched the division earlier in the day.(Thank you St. Louis) This game was a mere formality. The real fun would begin as soon as the final out was recorded.

But knowing that didn't stop us from celebrating a bit early. As we walked into the stadium I had a pretty good buzz going from the Pacifico. On our way in I remembered we entered the stadium through the same gate as the one we did on last year's home game finale. (Last year same situation, but I was drunk enough to think I could sneak a huge bottle of Jack passed security, no dice) As the game wore on I was distracted by the bar showing the sc game. Right when the final whistle sounded, signaling that the hated ones lost, I screamed like a pre-teen at a Jonas brothers concert. Not a good thing to do when some scary looking cholo sc fans are giving you the evil eye. I slipped out of their sight and went back for more beer and then returned to my seat.

By this time, the Narc and I are three sheets and are eagerly awaiting the final out. We decided to slip out for a quick smoke and on the way back we came up on some 2009 Dodger calenders. Around 10:05-10:20 the 2008 regular season ended and the celebration was on. National league worst-eh, I mean west champs. It was really great to see Dodger fans young and old celebrating and basically letting off the steam that was building all season. Best part of the night had to be when Torre did a mini victory walk along the third base line. As I was jockeying for position I noticed some hack in a sc football jersey trying to muscle his way into where I was standing.

Not this night. Not ever. Thanks to my low center of gravity I slipped by him and all that was in front of me was the railing and Mr. Torre. I think he was baffled when I told him "Thanks Joe and GO BRUINS!". He shook a couple more hands and then he was gone. Easily the best home finale I've been to in my life. (We lost the game 5-2 by the way.) Now on to the post season, first stop Wrigleyville...

End of Summer Update

25 things I learned this summer:

*UCLA is in for a trying yet ultimately rewarding season. (If we beat sc)

*Although she's dumber than a sack of wet hammers, Sarah Palin is easy on the eyes.

*Can't wait for next years run of Weeds. (Oh Nancy, will you ever learn?)

*Speaking of TV, I'm getting fussy over the lack of new Scrubs, Big Love and 30 Rock.

*Some women scoff at the idea of going to batting cages.

*(Only two games in but,) Cowboys are looking good this year.

*Red hoodies don't look good on me.

*"The Clone Wars" kinda sucked.

*My little sister is regressing musically.

*I forgot how great Yates is.

*Entourage has kinda lost it.

*I need to get my cat neutered.

*I can actually survive without cable tv.

*Full Custom Gospel Sounds is the Rev.'s best album.

*I am becoming a You Tube addict.

*Fatburger is overrated.

*For that matter, Facebook is overrated.

*If we don't resign Manny people will riot.

*I need a new toothbrush.

*Dropping the dead weight can be fun.

*It's 2008 and I am still waiting for the Crowns to get back together.

*The Narc and the Homewrecker are two of the best people you'll ever meet.

*I forgot how good The Cramps, Clash, and Beach Boys are.

*This country is going to shit.

*And finally... I REALLY regret not learning Spanish.

Brett Hart, Art, and tons of Booze

Been having a bit of a ball lately. It's a shame that the Dodgers aren't doing so hot or else I'd be dancing from the top of the Hollywood sign or something ridiculous like that. It started on the 21st. I had two final exams and aced both of them. It took me exactly 17 minutes to finish a hundred question Poly Sci quiz.And the English 102 exam stood no chance! After a small victory party of arcade games and a couple drinks I deemed the day a rousing success.

Friday was a bit of a high/low. The cool part was that I met some people from Canada, Alberta to be exact. My dumbass remarks that Lance Storm is from there and then couple starts talking about Brett Hart. Thank god I ran into wrestling fans or I would have looked like quite the fool. (Or maybe I am a fool for discussing wrestling who knows?)After that my buddy and I run to a liquor store to pick up some booze to go to another friend's house.I pick up a six of Newcastle and a pint of Jim Beam. After feeling a good buzz we go back for my cousin and a bottle of Seagrams 7 and what follows is that worst hangover since I broke the sink at Anarchy Library in 2003.

Saturday was filled with the realization that the Dodgers will not leave Philly with a win, and I was undoubtedly hungover. Truly a horrible time. My Madre told me to relax and watch "The Music Box" with her. Pretty funny but,I prefer the Three Stooges personally. Also caught "Remember The Titans" for the first time. Pretty awesome movie. Ended the night playing a little Halo 3.

Sunday I went to LACMA. (Los Angeles County Museum of Art) and saw some great stuff. I think I may have found a new favorite artist in Shizu Saldamando.She does a wonderful job of capturing subcultures in Los Angeles.I took a picture of a painting that I thought looked like me. After that I went to go play ball with a couple friends. I went home that night with the satisfaction of knowing I worked out my brain, body, most unfortunately my liver this weekend.

Monday saw the unexpected news of my professor losing my final paper for my English class. Which means I had to plan a weekday trip to the campus which I so didn't want to do. I decided to stay at a buddy's house close to school and celebrate. (Tuesday was his birthday) After learning that his toilet was out of order, we decided to walk to Yoshinoya at 2am. Walking was the only solution since no one, certainly not us, was able to drive. It was the closest open restroom and damn it I was hungry.

Tuesday morning found me turning in my paper, going to the Federal building on Wilshire to pickup a passport, going to Forrest Lawn to look at Walt Disney's grave and check out the little museum that they have there. Had fun. Only thing that kind of killed it was the heat. After that I met up with a group of friends for a buffet lunch in Downey. Food was mediocre at best but I wasn't gonna complain. (I was treated to lunch.) I then returned home for a quick nap. around six I was told that there would be a gathering at an ex-co-worker's house, where Menudo and whiskey would be flowing. As the night wound down I made the realization that there are some people I should not be talking to and that night I essentially ended a fun but strenuous association.

Nothing happened on Wednesday. Just some light house and yard work. I mean nothing out of the ordinary. But I can honestly say that I have had fun much fun this week. I am really looking forward to the Bruin game on Monday and the start of the fall semester on Tuesday. Now only if the Dodgers could get it together...

Gene Hackman and the Dodgers of 2008

I know am a little late but here is how I reacted to the Manny trade on July 31, 2008: Just as I wrote these guys off for dead, they go ahead and make feel like an ass by pulling off a move that should at least get us the NL West. For some strange reason, this reminds me of the movie "Hoosiers". If you haven't seen it yet you should. It's easily the best sports movie of all time.

It stars Gene Hackman as a high school basketball coach (Joe Torre) who's previous job was coaching at a big time college basketball program. (Yankees) He has inherited an inexperienced team, which are nothing more than young farmers. (2008 Dodgers) During the course of the season the townspeople (Frank McCourt, Ned Colletti, Logan white, LA fans and media, etc...) show signs of impatience as expectations are falling short and the losses pile up.

During the course of the season Hackman tries to help Dennis Hopper, a man who has superb knowledge concerning the game but is burdened by alcoholism. (Andruw Jones addicted to food) Along the way he wins them a game but later unravels due to his illness and is sent to a sanitarium to dry out. (Recent benching)

It is only after the arrival of star player Jimmy Chitwood (Manny Ramirez) does the team finally start clicking. Naturally that wins over the townspeople (Frank McCourt, Ned Colletti, Logan White, LA fans, and media, etc...) and the team goes on an incredible winning streak to get into the playoffs. The team then uses it's new found momentum to capture the state tittle. (World Series champs 2008??)

Hopefully I didn't jinx us with the last part there. It's been an incredible year celebrating the Dodgers' fifty years in Los Angeles. It started with Manny wearing a different uniform on the field of the Coliseum in March 29 and it could end with him in a dodger uniform in the fall classic. (Again hopefully hoisting a trophy of some sort) After all we are in Hollywood and it would be the ultimate Hollywood ending.

Brooklyn still hasn't recovered

Sucks to be Seattle. That was the first thought that came to mind when I heard the Sonics (or SuperSonics I don't care) were leaving the Emerald City for, of all places, Oklahoma City. Why leave the land of Starbucks, Grunge, and Frasier Crane for...see nothing comes to mind! (If you are from Oklahoma City I apologize) Everyone knows the real reason they did it: Money.

How much is tradition worth? OKC, although not a current powerhouse in the NBA, had a rich and successful legacy in the Pacific Northwest. They won an NBA tittle in '79 and such players as Xavier Mcdaniel, Shawn Kemp, and Gary Payton have donned the Sonic green. Not only that but the franchise has provided the city and it's fans with many memories that could last a lifetime. Now I understand we live in a Capitalist society and we are all free to make a dollar but how can you do so knowing that you are breaking a a city's heart? Would you be able to sleep knowing that family traditions have been lost? As cliche as it may sound, think of the children. Hopefully youngsters weren't close to the team or anything like that.

It made me think. What would I do if my beloved Dodgers left LA for Portland or some other city aching for a baseball franchise? I would probably hole up in some dingy hotel room near the Ravine drinking Jack and shedding an ungodly amount of tears. I felt like a raging alcoholic for thinking that but then I pictured Red Sox and Raider nation doing similar things if their franchise left town. Who knows maybe fans of The Predators or Twins would do the same. Imagine what Green Bay or Knick fans would do. So I pose the question to you what would you do?

Now there's no turning back

What's really bothering me

Warm beer (I have been given two in the past week and it really jerks my chain or any other euphemism that can be inserted here.)

Laker flags

Breakfast without bacon

Generic Psychobilly

Dodger ineptitude

Homework

The strange coincidence that every time I go to McDonald's their ice cream machine is broken

People trying to sell me fake coach wallets on the subway

The quality of the 7'7's made by Tina at JC's in Pico (They were so much better when she was at Anarchy.)

Triple digit temps (Yeah I know it's Summer but still it blows.)

Lack of new "Big Love" episodes

Sixty nine more days until UCLA kicks off at the Rose Bowl

The word "Hella"

Did you miss me

Salutations everyone. Well I have been especially busy as of late with finals and various other going ons. Let's start with Saturday I suppose. For those who follow me on Twitter you know that I recently attended a LA Galaxy soccer game. To tell you the truth I had more fun than I thought I would. The tailgating area wasn't bad. All the people of the supporter group we were sitting with were awesome. Very knowledgeable and passionate fans. I had fun searching the luxury boxes for "Tomkat" (Beckham's BOFFL) and chanting "Let's go Dodgers" at every chance I got. I thought I would of gotten on everybody's nerves by pointing out the differences between Carson and the Ravine. But at the end of the day they actually one upped me by chants of "It's not baseball". All in all it was a entertaining change of pace. (Sports wise)

Also on that day Clayton made his Major League debut. He didn't get a decision and only gave up one run over 7 and 1/2. Not bad for a twenty year old Texan. Believe you me, that curveball is going to terrorize the league in the coming years Sunday was movie day. (Indy wasn't as good as I hoped) Memorial day found me at the requisite BBQ. Hamburgers and Jim Beam Black label were on the label. Monday found me relaxing with my madre and fretting over the lack of run support our starters have been getting lately. Now, I have two weeks to kill before I start my Physiology class.

Can't wait...

Oh wait almost forgot: found a new Taco spot by my house and yes they have Tripas!!

Now batting...

A common topic among the Bad New Beers (my softball team from last winter)was is if or when (mostly when) we make it to the majors what song would we make our entrance to. Lately Dodger fans have been treated to Nomar adjusting his wristbands to "Lowrider", Martin walking to the box to "Stronger" or "Bad to the Bone" whenever Saito comes in for the save. Over the years my answers have changed with each and every season. Thoughts of The Rev, Devo, Social D, and The Ramones easily came to mind. But I think I got it. This is the song I want blaring through the hills of the Ravine when I step up to the plate:



So what would your entrance theme be?

Be afraid, be very afraid

I had to break away from studying to post this:





Are you as geeked up about this as I am?

Deny On !!!

When you spell Trojan you can't spell it without the letters O and J and when you think of SC you almost always think of their most notorious alumni Orenthal James Simpson. Now we don't need to get into if he did it or not(even though everyone knows that he did!!)but it speaks volumes on your character when you try to release a book explaining how you would have done it. But it doesn't end there. I could examine the cases of Matt Leinhart (deadbeat dad and poster boy for drinking with under aged girls) or Reggie Bush (star tailback who accepted massive amounts of cash) and Mark Sanchez (alleged rapist).

But surprise surprise, another athlete at 'SC has run afoul of the law. OJ Mayo, recent basketball sensation, is being accused of accepting cash and various other gifts while still in college which is a major NCAA (National Collegiate Athletic Association)rules violation. The most shocking of these allegations is that one of Mayo's contacts purchased gifts and withdrew money on a phony AmEx card that was issued to the National Organization of Sickle Cell Prevention and Awareness Foundation. The organization has never been registered as a charitable trust with the California Attorney General's Office and isn't even recognized in various sickle cell organiztions. Let alone that before he even got to SC this guy had a reputation for being a show boat and pay to play type of guy.

Anyone else see a problem with this?

I should do this more often

It seems the more I bash Dodger fans, the more it inspires the team to rattle off a six game winning streak. I mean I don't want to take all the credit. I'm sure the players and the coaching staff might have something to do with it.

Been a little busy

It's been awhile so I'll bring everyone up to speed. I believe I was ranting last time about the Dodgers. Since then they have moved into second place. Normally that would cause optimism and bring a smile to my face, but they are six back of the best team in the majors, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Andruw Jones still hasn't found his swing and as usual the offense is slim to non-existent. Sorta looking grim for my world series prediction. Hopefully Torre has some tricks up his sleeve. Speaking of Torre, I noticed Dodger fans at the recent Joe Torre bobblehead night hording said bobbleheads like they were gold. I myself didn't get one and at first I blamed myself for wanting to drink instead of running in to go get one. But on my way to my seat I see one or two fans holding and guarding a surplus of tiny Joe statues. No kids, no other members in their party but,they feel the need to take all the bobbleheads they can get. Real fucking nice Dodger fans. Give me another reason to feel disenfranchised with the rest of the fans in the left field pavilion. (More on that later...)

UCLA football is in a bit of a state of guarded optimism. The top two quarterbacks going into the fall have been shelved. One of them (Patrick Cowan from Pico Rivera!!)is done with college football altogether, thanks to a season long injury that will cost him the rest of his eligibility. With coach Neuheisel and coach Chow installing a new offense and the lack of depth and experience along the offensive line the timing couldn't be worse. Even though there hasn't been this much excitement in Westwood regarding the football team in quite some time, seven wins should be considered as a success. (As long as we beat SC of course!!)

Other than that it's been pretty much school and the norm. Here are some highlights:

*Went to an old friend's wedding in Vegas during the Rockabilly weekender. (Never been more annoyed by hair grease and awful renditions of "American Nightmare" in my life!!)

*The official beginning of BBQ season on 420

*A new all you can eat Chinese food buffet blocks from my house!!!

*Beach trips and Wii parties.

Gotta go.

When is it too late?

As I self professed Simpson fanatic, every time I get down after a loss, I recall the episode when Homer gives up on the Isotopes after a early season loss. Next scene shows that months have passed and Homer walks into Moe's and he is in the middle of a commotion. He asks Lenny what's going on, Lenny reveals that the Isotopes are in the championship game. Homer then ducks out and comes back dressed head to toe in Isotope gear. He gets interviewed by Kent Brockman and goes on to thank Marge and says he never gave up on his beloved 'topes.

Now I am not turning my back but I am close to pushing the panic button. I know it's early on in the season, but here's what I am getting at: when is it the appropriate time to start worrying? Two weeks? Three weeks? Months? This could be even harder if you are normally a worrisome person. It's late and I would love to elaborate but after tonight's lost I'd rather just go to bed.

Busy Weekend

Usually I like to get more in depth with my tales of sin in the city of angels but today I must cut it short because it's opening day and I am craving a Dodger dog so I'll cut to the chase.

*Thursday the 27th: An L.A. County Sheriff pulled a buddy of mine and I over due to a busted tail light. Routine traffic stop right? Not so fast my friends.It was one a.m., we were in a less than reputable neighborhood and there was a hint of Jack on my breath combine all those factors and you end up with me sitting in back of a Highway patrol car for over an hour while the officer searches the car. All they found was the piece of Pan Dulce I had wrapped in a napkin, and upon seeing this the officer decided that we weren't out to cause trouble so she let us go. Interesting side note, the officers demeanor greatly changed when I mentioned the Dodgers.

*Friday: Studied and played COD 4 with my cousin, then for a nightcap it was Super Smash Bros. Brawl while sipping on some Grey Goose., Good times.

*Saturday: Coliseum game. Unfortunately we had to park near the campus of Spoiled Children but it was well worth it since my Bruins were on with a chance to go to the final four on the line.Of course we won and I got to rub it in all the surrounding Trojan fans. But the day was all about the boys in blue so I had to shelve the Bruin spirit. While I agree with the Duke on the field being an absolute joke for baseball, it was still magical nonetheless. It was truly wonderful being surrounded by Dodger fans in a carnival like setting. The highlight was being able to take a picture with Ron Cey and the 81' and 88' trophies.

*Sunday: Studied and set up a Flickr account. After that I went to a recording studio on the outskirts of downtown and took pictures of the skyline from the rooftop of said studio. Came home and couldn't sleep due to the excitement of the Monday's events.

That's pretty much it. March has been one long and expensive month and I am both sad and happy to see it go. Now in the immortal words of the great Vin Scully:

"It's time for Dodger baseball!"

Here is that picture

Now I've got some drinking to do. Happy St. Pat's to all!!!

Erin Go Bragh

Started off at the Peppermill in Vegas. Personally I thought the place was overrated. I was given a huge drink that was called a scorpion. A bit fruity for my taste, but what was I to do? At least I had a couple to gain a pretty good buzz. Checked into the room and I immediately put the Jack on ice. I was cautiously optimistic because I had brought my books with me to study before the show. Flogging Molly went on at eight so I some time to kill. I know it's weird because who studies in Vegas?

I showered before the show. Nothing like sipping on some ice cold Jack. The beauty of this former desert lay off for G.I's is that it allows one to walk around with a glass or other type of container filled with a poison of choice. I filled a cup with whiskey and minimal ice of course and headed for the show. (Got a real nice picture of the sunsetting from my room it should follow this.) By the time I got to Mandalay Bay (The show was at the House of Blues)I was at least two sheets to the wind.

Now I only remember a bit of the show. They did play "Drunken Lullabies" and "Rebels of the Sacred Heart". Thanks to fifty two dollar rounds, the show is pretty much a blur. How can you not get drunk at a Molly show?

I wake up in the room around two a.m. Lord knows how I got there. After yet another rejuvenating shower, I decide to get down to the business of losing money. I make another drink and grab my green Dodger cap and head for Vegas' rainy streets. Along the way I receive various compliments on the hat and actually got a drink or two out of it. Again due to the alcohol consumption it gets foggy. I recall winning at New York, New York, Paris, and Planet Hollywood.

On my way home on Sunday, I deemed this a successful trip. Left Vegas with a slight hangover, more money than I came with and some kick ass beef jerky that was purchased before I hit LA. I was ready to relax as soon as I got home. I did the requisite unpacking and then a phone call offered me the chance to go see Bad Religion at the Hollywood House of Blues. So I grabbed my green hat, and the Jack and I was on my way to another show.

Helluva way to celebrate St. Patty's day right?

Here we go

Vegas baby Vegas. Shame I'll miss the Pac-ten tourney final, not to mention the NCAA tourney selection show on Sunday. Oh well, such is the price for Flogging Molly.

Full report when I get back.

A little late

I attended the Foo Fighters show at the Forum on Thursday. Awesome show. I am going to keep it short. It was a eventful evening starting with the Inglewood police department telling me that they have a problem with my water bottle. Granted the water bottle had Southern Comfort in it. Weird right? Luckily they noticed I was already buzzing and co they made dump the rest out. I arrived just in time to see the Foos come on stage. Highlights of the show: Triangle solo and a instrumental version of the Doors' "Roadhouse Blues" in the Middle of "I'll Stick Around. Oh yeah, the Forum doesn't appreciate you smoking either. All in all it was a good show and I lost my voice. Sorry I wasn't much more in depth. I promise I will do a better job with Vegas.

Fuck Anaheim

Okay. The headline might be a bit misleading, but I can't really find anything positive anymore. The Angels are a joke, Disneyland has lost all of it's charm and now we have this to deal with: Racism. See I recently attended The Dropkick Murphy's show on Sunday at The Grove, and during "Kiss Me I'm Shitfaced" a young male Caucasian grabbed the mike and yelled "White Power" into the crowd and did the whole Nazi salute. Granted Dropkick is from Boston and they do have a song tittled "Skinhead on the MTBA" but does that permit someone to say that to a crowd of people just gathered to see an awesome band? What day and age is this?

And it is not like we are stuck in the deep south where this is sometimes encouraged. I have been to a number of shows in the past 12 years and I have never encountered anything like this. If this happened in Hollywood or anywhere in LA county that guy would have been beaten to a bloody pulp. Not everyone is perfect but this goes beyond the limits of general decency. I have never left a show as angry as I was last night. Maybe it will never happen again and hopefully that guy is eating his food through a straw right now, but until further notice: FUCK ANA-SLIME !!!

(This better not happen at Flogging Molly. I think there are less douchebags in Vegas, hopefully.)

Friday

After another trying yet successful meatless Friday that also found me stuck in front of this thing all day, it was time for some R n'R . I talked to Robert and Pasadena was suggested. I agreed to meet him there. Being the studious one, I suggested to Saul, who is a mate of mine, we pick up a bottle on the way over there. I also took a little Brandy with me just in case. You never know right? So after the acquisition of the bottle we jumped on the freeway and started off.

We decided to kill sometime on the strip seeing as we didn't wanna show up early and look like jerks.The bottle was cracked open and the night truly began. A mixture of bad puns and The Cramps littered the freeway after we were done with it. After I felt enough time had passed so a call was placed and soon again we were off on a different freeway this time though.

Upon our arrival at the Green St. parking structure we decided not to join them at a table at Wokano's but rather more a couple more rounds at the good old 35er. Lots of good times have been had there. Up to this point I had a great buzz going, so I ordered my usual two extra stiff 7'7's. As I was paying I noticed that Saul had ventured off to score some of the popcorn that is readily available to all drunks who stumble in looking for a final drink and a warm seat. As I turn my head back to make sure my change was coming I see those two seats that conjure up so many memories that reek havoc on my psyche. the moment was quick but it still shook me down to the core.

Luckily Saul had made his way back by then or I really would be stuck on that one all night. We decided to meet Robert for drinks at Wokano's and we entered through the back this time. (Who knew they had a back entrance.) I saw him in that crowded closet that they call a dance area slash bar. Scene was full of the young, beautiful and highly snooty. Every male was all bro'd out drinking their Coronas and every female doing their best to look like the cheap attention grabbing trashy celebutantes that they so desperately crave to be. Point being I hated this place. I fought my way to the bar to get an awful putrid watered down apple juice that they call a 7'7. At this time the cheap music and horrid atmosphere was beginning to weigh we down. I was trying to gather everyone so I could recommend we that we leave, but then I heard a comment that made me laugh: "Did you see that guy's pomp? It's HUGE!

Clearly a sign that I was sticking out like a sore thumb. Good old pomp. Always nice to be the oddball/underdog.Miraculously the bar turns all the lights on. Bailed out by the time of night. After a stop somewhere off Central for some great Tacos, the Brandy was cracked.

Memory becomes fuzzy after that. I needed a night like this. After that comment I think back on how many times my hair and how I do it becomes a conversation starter. I've been in the oddest of places and it still catches everyone's eye. I am terrible with names but sometimes I will be at random places ranging from a King's hockey game to the bay area and I still get greeted with :"Hey, you're that guy with the pomp" or "I knew it was you Mike, when I saw your hair." It reminds me that no matter what happens I will probably be remembered as "the guy with the pomp". And strangely enough, I think I am fine with that. It's nice to be different.

I love this

You know your school is awesome when you receive an email with this heading:

Dear Student,



There will be a Scholarship Workshop on Tuesday, March 4 at the Orientation Room 106 (behind the catering truck) at 1pm.



...I personally prefer the term "Taco truck".

The Man in Black

Today is Johnny Cash's birthday. If you ever have spent a night drinking Whiskey and smoking cigarettes with me then you know how important his music and his life is to me.

This one is for you J.R. you have gotten me through some tough times.

God bless you, and rest in peace.

Here ya go

I took some pictures today...

Making soup

Today's weather has just been awesome. Granted it prevented me from yard work and running at the park, but I will gladly trade natures beauty for my own selfish requests.

If anything, the weather gave me even more time to study for my English and Poly Sci classes. I am confident these next two days should be a breeze. Plus, the weather also brings out the creative side in me so that is always a plus. I recently got a hold of a camera so now I am able to take pictures of things that catch my eye. Be prepared for alot of skyline and homeless people pics.

Just kidding on the homeless pics. Didn't mean to rile you up. but stay tuned I should have some up soon. Well my soup is done.

C'est la vie

Watching Scrubs

So I showed my madre and the old man my tribute to their musical tastes. They liked it. My nina came over and visited. It went well I think. I had a chance to brag to her about the acquisition of tickets to the Dodger game at the coliseum. (Side note: Lewis Black has his own show? I'll have to keep up on that one.) Scrubs is on. I am going to miss this show. Way too much. Bonus point: Heather Graham is on this episode.

So I was throwing around the baseball today at the park. I can't wait for the season to start. The Dodgers should win the west. Anything less I think would be a failure. Depending on our draw in the playoffs will really determine how far we go. I am particularly nervous about running into the Phillies or the Mets. But I think we will lose to whoever comes out of the AL. (Especially if it is Boston. I am a realist people...)

Rotation should be: B.Penny, D.Lowe, C.Billingsley, H.Kuroda, E.Loaiza. Lineup should be: C-R.Martin, 1B-J.Loney, 2B-J.Kent, SS-R.Furcal, 3B-N.Garciaparra, LF-J.Pierre, CF-A.Jones, RF-M.Kemp.

Laundry time...

What I learned today

*The Dodgers will make it to the World Series.

*KROQ's Block Party blocks only work with some bands.

*I bite my nails way too much.

*People drive insane near the Mulholland Dr. part of the 101.

*They better not build near the Hollywood sign.

*Hoodies are the greatest.

*Baseball shirts are so damn comfortable.

*People near Los Feliz think too highly of themselves.

*Guitars are expensive.

*They did a Reggae remix of Alicia Keyes's "No One".

*A lot of people in Long Beach smoke weed.

*SC' looks horrible in black basketball jerseys.

*Blackout my ass.

*I am addicted to hot sauce.

*"The Honeymooners" rule.

Can't sleep 2

I need to find the off switch to my brain.

My Top Ten Social Distortion Songs

1). Lost Child
2). When She Begins
3). When The Angels Sing
4). Story Of My Life
5). Telling Them
6). Making Believe
7). Mommy's Little Monster
8). The Creeps
9). Sick boy
10).Angels Wings


So I start off the day with the delightful news that a paper (which was due on Friday btw !) has been given an extension till Monday. Then after a morning full of relaxation and some leisurely reading (Rain Of Gold) I was on my way to class. Not only was it comfortably cold, it was a bit overcast. Hints of sunlight crept through the downtown skyline. It was truly a breathtaking sight. (Then again when isn't it?) As I shifted my eyes towards Chavez Ravine, my second favorite Social D. song came on. (Hence the list above you.) Long story short:

Life is beautiful.
(If you allow it to be..)

After dinner thoughts

It's been a real interesting couple of days. I have seen the Hollywood sunrise, Forrest Lawn at sunset, and Long Beach @ 3am. Through all this I am amazed at some of the music that was being played at the time. I know I have touched on this topic numerous times, but I must reiterate: I LOVE MUSIC.

Rockabilly. Punk. Jazz. Swing. Psychobilly. Classic Rock. Indie. Hip Hop. Everything. Johnny Cash. Social Distortion. Billie Holiday. Glenn Miller. The Amazing Royal Crowns. The Who. The Shins. A Tribe Called Quest. Everything.

It has all been played. I think I overloaded. Too much good music over a short period of time combined with beautiful landscapes? It is too much to bear. Too many emotions can be conjured up and lead to realizations or disaster. Stay tuned I suppose...

- I decided to change topics. Flogging Molly is almost a month away. SAINT PATRICK'S DAY IN VEGAS!!! (One of many awesome traditions) Flogging Molly was brought up because of the mix option on my music files.

-I think Obama might surprise some people. (Green Day) I miss the bay. Nob Hill. Chinatown. North Beach. Berkeley as well. Good times.

Abba just came on. I think that is my time to go before things get worse.

Perfect quote

"Oh yeah, I'm not respectable, never been sensible,
maybe incredible, so damn irascible,
I like the things I do so hooray for me and

fuck you!"



Thank god for Bad Religion.

So yeah

That ( the Dodger piece below you) was taken from a creative writing class I took last year. So let's start off with an explanation of the tittle: "The Passion Bucket". Passion as defined by Webster's Online dictionary: (http://www.websters-online-dictionary.org)

Passion

Noun

1. Strong feeling or emotion.

2. Intense passion or emotion.

3. Something that is desired intensely; "his rage for fame destroyed him".

4. An irrational but irresistible motive for a belief or action.

5. A feeling of strong sexual desire.

1) Things I have strong feelings for: Life, whiskey, God, Johnny Cash, and Social Distortion.

2) Things that stir up intense emotion: Good books, great food, rainy days, sunsets with the LA skyline, awesome music, family, UCLA athletics, and Dodger baseball.

3) Things I desire: knowledge, piece of mind, love, and a '59 Impala.

4) Things I am irrational about: Immigration, Abortion, Homosexuality, and Mathematics.

5) Things I have a strong sexual desire for: women who wear glasses, think for themselves, can handle their liquor, and watch cartoons.

Now that we have established what I am passionate about, the next question is why bucket? As a kid I was nuts about getting happy meals. During the '84 Olympics, McDonalds used to give their meals in a play bucket decorated with some eagle who was the mascot for the games, and while I was eating my mom used to dump all my toys in there. After awhile it became customary for me to be seen walking around with a bucket full of G.I. Joes and He-Man toys. But I really didn't think about it until head football coach of UCLA Rick Neuheisel put the two together. He said "ones passion bucket must be full when playing your bitter rival". Of course he was talking about giving it to those jerks down near the Coliseum, but I took it as being passionate for everything you strive for in life. Put your all into everything you do.. Carpe Diem if you will. Seeing this coming from the leader of the Bruin nation left no doubt in my mind that this was a sign. Since then I have adopted this phrase for everyday life.

Well it's dinner time.

Until next time...

First Time..go easy

So you think you’ve been To a Dodger Game

Let me explain something first: everyone has their own experience and rituals when it comes to sporting events. Some even have traditions that go back generations. Thankfully I live in the greatest city in the world, which is also home to the best baseball franchise ever to occupy a dugout. Names like Koufax, Drysdale, Hershiser, and Lasorda have provided countless memories for our fair city. I personally fell in love with the Dodgers when I was young. I actually remember getting my Steve Sax poster from the Unocal 76 station on the corner of Beverly and Rosemead. I treated that poster as if it was gold. I was five years old. Then came the ‘88 series and I was hooked for life. From that moment on no matter where I am I always “think blue”. Now I have seen my fair share of wins and losses in Chavez Ravine but I didn’t have my first “experience” until my buddy Carlos suggested we get season tickets. After I said yes, I would never look at it is just a game but more like a beautiful journey built around cheap beer, overpriced parking, and concession lines that never move. It’s life. It’s Dodger baseball.

To assure that you have the best possible experience a Friday night game in the left field pavilion is the only way to go. Dodger games have the privilege of starting at 7:40 PM on Friday nights. No other Major League team has games that start later. (Not even those bastards off the 57 freeway in Anaheim start later than us.) The late start is perfect for people trying to get to the stadium after work. Carlos and I usually take off from my house in Montebello and we jump on the 60 freeway around 6:00 PM. Pre game Dodger talk provides a perfect soundtrack as you come up to the Caesar Chavez (it should still be Brooklyn Ave.) exit. Some people get off on Vignes blvd. some even go as far as getting off on Sunset or Stadium Way. Not only are those exits some of the most crowded in L.A., they are even worse on game days. Caesar Chavez provides an opportunity to bypass the traffic and best of all provides a chance to stop at the CVS (it will always be Sav-On to me) and purchase a 12 pack of Miller High life before the game. As you make your way past the dilapidated apartments and run down car washes up the street from the stadium, the timeless voice of the Dodgers Vin Scully, utters that all too familiar phrase from not just mine but everybody’s childhood: “It’s time for Dodger baseball..”

As he utters those sweet soothing words you climb the hill and there it is the west coast cathedral of baseball. Walter O’Malley’s vision brought to life. As you pay the $15 parking fee, try to stay to the right and follow the road to park near the pavilion. It is a bit of a drive and hassle but as you will see later on it is a big part of the experience. As the sun sets you park your car there and begin to drink. While you drink you discuss the days pitching matchups and various other baseball topics and then all of a sudden, it sneaks in ever so gracefully right in front of your eyes, a scenic view that can rival any urban landscape, in any part of the world. Nothing tops a pink-and blue sky with Dodger stadium and the Los Angles skyline in the background. That sight over many spring and summer nights has stirred up every emotion in me that I can think of. I am also fairly certain it has the power to cause emotion and reflection in even the blackest of hearts. For me it has acted like a band aid when I am blue and an exclamation point when I am excited. For the most part it reminds me of my place in the world and that L.A. is my home and the Dodgers are in my blood. I guess you can say I bleed Dodger blue. (But my heart mind you is UCLA.)

Now the game has begun. If you are like me, then you should be well on your way to having a pretty good buzz going. As soon as you approach the gate you begin to hear Nancy Bea on the stadium organ while smells of Dodger dogs and freshly cut grass fill the air. Not even the sight of ridiculously long concession stand lines will bring you down. While you make your way to your seat you will see people laughing, joking and even throwing around inflatable beach balls. Now you are ready to relax and enjoy a good game of baseball. Sounds pretty good so far right? Well there is an additional part that is optional and should only be tried if you have been in the pavilion before and you have a pretty record of controlling your alcohol when you drink.

The tradition states you sneak in a pint of any Whiskey into the stadium. The reason you bring in Whiskey is because any whiskey goes well with the $7 coke or sprite that they serve in the stadium. The reason behind the sneak in is because they do not serve any type of alcohol in the pavilion area. Not many people know the reason why but I’ll let you in on the secret, left field pavilion Dodger fans have a notorious reputation. Ask any Giant, Padre, or Angel fan or player who has entered or played left field before. The visiting fan is immediately harassed upon their entry and as soon as they are in plain view of trying to find their seat they are immediately bombarded with peanuts, popcorn and verbal insults. Sad to say not even the younger fans are safe. Even sadder the usher usually ends up ejecting the visiting fan for their own safety. Visiting players have had to hear insults about their wives, mothers, and manhood throughout the whole game being yelled at them. They have tried to curb the problem by not selling alcohol, but like I stated earlier you go around that by drinking before and sneaking a bottle in. Regular pavilion fans will notice you throughout the whole season and the cool thing is that they get used to it, or if you are lucky, they will join you for a drink and next thing you know you have made a new friend. Isn’t funny how alcohol and sports brings people together?

As Vin would say: “Let’s get back to the game.” (He always says the phrase after the requisite “This day in baseball history” segment.) So now you have your bottle and at this point you can buy a soda, mix it with your forbidden bottle and sip your drink throughout the whole game or take shots (swigs). Rules for the shots dictate that you start off taking a shot every time the Dodgers score. If the game is slow, and no one scores after a few, you swig after every Dodger hit. If you are attending during a pitcher’s duel or lucky enough to be attending a no hitter you take a drink after every Dodger strikeout. By the seventh inning stretch you will be singing along to “Take Me out to the Ball Game” like a little kid. (I personally yell Bruins when the crowd yells Dodgers but that’s just me.)The positive environment combined with some more alcohol added to your system should be more than enough to get you to the end of the game.

The unfortunate reality is that the Dodgers don’t win all the time. To be honest they haven’t really won that much at all during the past couple seasons. But hopefully you attend a game in which they pull out a victory. Nothing caps off a good game and a good buzz than singing “I love L.A.” walking down from your seat to your car. (They only play Randy Newman’s classic after a victory, if not the equally satisfying sounds of the stadium organ fills the air.) During the walk back down to the car, people sometimes hoot and holler with fellow fans. It gets especially heated after games with our hated rivals the aforementioned San Francisco Giants. If that doesn’t suit you there are always topics of discussion that can range from either the game or the rest of the night’s events. (If you have any that is.) I usually take an extra shirt with me so I can go out and have a couple drinks and discuss the game further. (Win or lose.)

Again this is my way of going to a Dodger game. Some have tried it and liked it and others have not. But one thing you will see and hopefully agree with is that this is more than just a regular trip to a baseball game, it is an experience. A truly unique experience that combines and celebrates the game of baseball and the tradition, people and history of the city of Los Angeles. We should all take a time out and come together as a community and cheer on a team that goes on to represent our city and our beloved team. Remember how the city went wild during Fernandomania? Or how everyone remembers where they where during Gibson’s home run in game one in ’88? Future generations will be soon be talking about how Martin threw out that runner trying to steal second, how far Kemp hit that home run, or how Billingsley is on pace to win a Cy Young award this year. No matter what one fact remains, the Dodgers will always continue to create new memories (some better than others) and most importantly bring together fans of any age, race, or economic background. Instead of arguing over politics, race, and various issues that plague our city we should all just go to a Dodger game. Maybe then our problems and differences won’t seem so bad. It’s not a sure fire solution to our problems but it’s at least a starting point. You know what I’ll even buy the High Life and the first round of Dodger dogs….