Can someone tell me why it took me a year and half of living in Los Angeles to make it to my first LA Dodgers game? Trust me, I am disappointed in myself as well. But don’t you worry, the time FINALLY came and I went to a game. In the most extra, Morgan-ified way possible. Because clearly, I can’t do anything unless it is truly over the top…. *envision glitter and fireworks exploding from behind my couch as I write this*
Here we go, people. Let’s dig into my first Dodgers experience, the do’s and dont’s and whether I think it is worth the hype!
Note: I am not a sports fan, (unless it is UT football – Hook ‘Em!), and I have no sports knowledge, nor do I care to order the Sports For Dummies book. Let’s keep that in mind.
My best friend Mickey asked me a while ago if I wanted to go to an LA Dodgers game with him. At first, I was reluctant. (I won’t lie, I find baseball to be reallllly slow). Then I realized this was my golden opportunity to finally have an excuse to buy a cute, ‘lil blue Dodgers hat. Okay, sold. I am in.
What he didn’t mention to me was that we were sitting in his boss’s seats… WHO CO-OWNS THE DODGERS. CO. OWNS. THE. DODGERS? Excuse me while I spit out my drink. And with those front row seats came access to the Dugout Club, unlimited food, underground access, the whole shebang. It’s times like these I wish I would have listened to my poor father more when he tried to explain sports to me when I was little so I could truly appreciate the seats.
Also, when I say Morgan luck is a real thing and I just so happen to wander into the most random, yet cool experiences… ain’t joking.
So we get to the stadium, which BTW is the most California-like baseball stadium ever. I am used to the Rangers stadium, which is in the middle of flat, boring Texas but this one has palm trees all around it!!!! Yes, I am still in my honeymoon California phase and I still love the palm trees.
Parking was a breeze because we had these fancy, shmancy passes that let you park right by the entrance. Which ended up being fabulous because my idiot self wore heels to the game. Yes, I know it’s a BASEBALL game… but my outfit really just needed those shoes to be complete. #WWKKD (What would Kim Kardashian Do).
From there, we took an escalator down to the literal bottom of the stadium to get to the Dugout Club. The hallways are lined with all these jerseys and trophies and sports memorabilia that a true fan would probably freak out about. I was more concerned about where the nearest bar was and if they served margaritas. Update: they did.
Meet my friend, Mickey.
We got to our seats and I kind of had to do a double take when I sat down. Directly to my right was the Cardinals dugout and to my left was the Dodgers dugout. And why was I so close that I could see all the players faces like, in detail?! Beards and chains ‘n all. Why do baseball players wear jewelry to play in? That was not allowed in cheerleading, lemme tell ya.
Not complaining though because baseball boys are very easy on the eyes, or so I learned. But I would prefer their pants to be a smidge tighter… Can someone send me the MLB’s email so I can write a complaint? Thank you.
Also, if you are a baseball fan and reading this, I am so sorry for making you want to throw your computer against a wall.
The game itself was delightful, even though we lost. Really, Dodgers? Am I a bad luck charm?
I was lost during the majority of it, but you better believe I did the wave and sang the cute little baseball song that everyone knows. Also, Jason Bateman was sitting in the row across from me and I fangirled just a little bit (I loved him in Ozark) and I am pretty sure I blocked his view while attempting to take the perfect Instagram photo. Whoops.
But more than the seats, the game, and Jason Bateman… the best part was the FOOOOOD.
If you don’t know me, I am a huge foodie. I love it. It is also why I workout like a psychopath.
Our seats gave us access to all you can eat stadium food, along with the buffet inside. Yes, I did try and take home a soft pretzel in my purse. I have no shame in my game. #YOLO. I also tried the Dodger Dog and classic french fries to embrace the true baseball-ness and say I went “all out.”
I must say, I usually hate hot dogs and they kind of freak me out but damn, THESE WERE REALLY, REALLY GOOD. Maybe it was because I was two margs deep at that point though. Hello, cheat meal!
Now that I have rambled about the game, how much fun I had and what I ate, here is something valuable. My do’s and don’ts for your first Dodger’s game as a newbie.
-Do wear something blue, white or covered in the Dodger’s logo. If not you will stand out like a sore thumb (thank God for Amazon Prime).
-Do try the Dodger Dog. Don’t put mustard on it unless you’re a weirdo. Mustard creeps me out.
-Do bring cash. It’s way easier to pay at the bar without having to wait to get your card back.
-Do bring a portable phone charger. These games are long. Who knew?
-Don’t wear heels. You will look silly and mean people on Twitter will call you out (cough, cough.. I LOOKED CUTE OK).
-Don’t expect to get home quickly. I seriously was banking on getting an uber and being home 30 minutes after the game ended. Yeah, no.
-Don’t eat before you go. Seriously, the greasy, baseball food is too good to show up and not be starving.
My baseball conclusion is: I get the hype now. And I get why baseball is considered “America’s pastime.” It was so much fun! Will I ever really appreciate and understand it? No, probably not, and I will stick to college football instead. But I had a blast and will one hundo percent be going back to another game.
I can officially say I am one step closer to being a true LA girl.
Dodgers game – check.