Nancy in her element at Dodger Stadium (Photo by Michael Owen Baker/LA Daily News, File)
Despite a sweep of the seriously impressive Tigers, I am left with a profoundly heavy heart after Stephen Nelson announced on the broadcast that one of my earliest musical heroes (and longtime facebook friends) — Nancy Bea Hefley— had passed away at 89.
For a lonely kid who found company in listening to music for as long as I can remember, it makes perfect sense to me that most of my earliest recollections of Dodger stadium are musical— and for the first 23 years of my fandom, it was Nancy Bea behind the keys deftly spinning her melodies into our memories, summer after summer.
To hear the organ come to life at Dodger stadium is to be connected to a musical tradition that spans generations, and indeed, coasts: Ebbets Field organist Gladys Goodding holds the distinction of being the very first professional baseball organist.
Gladys Goodding behind the keys at Ebbets field, c. 1953. Image via Lelands auctions.
Gladys’ 15 year tenure with the (then Brooklyn) Dodgers from 1942 until the team left for Los Angeles in 1957 paved the way for other professional musicians — including other women like Helen Dell, and indeed Nancy herself— to succeed in making music for the Dodgers at the big league level.
Nancy’s 27 years of keyboard wizardry under bright Hollywood lights (starting with the magical ’88 season) set a new standard for Dodger organists not only in terms of career length, but also for musicality (she had perfect pitch, and estimated her own repertoire at over 2000 songs committed to memory) and for her positivity (she notoriously struggled with what to play when the Dodgers struggled).
In her capacity as Dodgers organist, and from the notoriety this afforded her, Nancy Bea played for presidents, contributed to film soundtracks, and delighted countless millions of fans— but above and beyond her musical and career bonafides, I will always remember her for her kindness (she accepted my friend request after all), her rapport with Vinny (they maintained a friendship after she retired in 2015 and he passed in 2019), and her dedication to family: her Facebook output was an engine of love, support, and pride for her large and devoted family.
Thank you, Nancy, for the memories and the music — some of which you can enjoy below.
Nancy with her successor, current Dodgers and LA Kings organist Dieter Ruehle (via Dieter Ruehle)
The blog was fortunate to be on hand at the Ravine last night to witness the ring ceremony, Yoshi’s 10 Ks, Jack Flaherty’s almost-triumphant (and almost no-hit) return only to be foiled by yet another heroic Freddie blast, Edman’s defensive masterclass, and Dodger-legend Manny Margot getting thrown out at the plate in yet another big spot against us. But above all, last night was about the Mookie magic.
“Magic” undersells it significantly; but regardless of what manner of paranormality you ascribe to it, the moment was undeniably historic: Mookie’s 10th inning walk-off blast cemented him as only the 7th player in the expansion era (1961—) to hit multiple go-ahead homers in the same game after the 8th inning or later, joining fellow Dodger luminaries Todd Hollandsworth and Andre Ethier in the process.
We were just kids starting our careers in Portland, Maine, of all places— thousands of miles from our respective (and infinitely warmer) homes of Los Angeles and Nashville.
While he was a hyped, ‘can’t-miss’ prospect, I’ve always been more of a deep sleeper, cutting my teeth writing newspaper ads for Sam’s Club, and lamenting the fact that the Dodgers had no plans to visit Fenway anytime soon.
Needing baseball in my life, I glommed onto the Sea Dogs, luxuriating in their $8 tickets, and practically living at the stadium which was only 10 minute walk from the office.
So when Opening Day rolled around, I was there despite the frigid early April temps. As usual, Mookie showed up too, going 2-4 with 2 runs (bringing his early season average at that point to a torrid .464)— the highlight being a wind-assisted triple that turned into a little league homer on a throwing error. Mookie’s extreme hustle that day earned him a forever fan in me en route to the Sea Dogs’ eventual 6-4 win over the “hard hittin’” New Britain Rock Cats, and the start of what turned out to be a legendary Sea Dogs season (88-54), though neither of us would be there to see it through ’til the end.
As fate would have it, both Mookie and I would get called up to Boston at around the same time — him to Fenway, and me to an ad agency in the financial district.
While I went to several Red Sox games during my time in Boston (2014–2017), I prioritized going to see the visiting aces from around the American League— Tigers era Verlander, White Sox Sale, King Felix’s Mariners, Oakland Sonny Gray— having no real interest in the Red Sox outside of Mookie, and always wearing my Dodger hat no matter the opponent, much to the bemusement of the locals.
By Mid 2017, I was once again on the move — this time to New York City. And while this period was successful for the Dodgers broadly, Mookie tried to torpedo our budding friendship with his performances en route to the 2018 Championship at our expense.
As heartbreaking as it was to see Mookie lift the trophy at that juncture, I knew he (and by extension they) truly deserved it, unlike the fraudulent Houston team whose name violates the blog style guidelines a-la Voldemort.
I lamented his cruelty, I wept for the re-opened wounds of 2017. “How could you do this to one of your day ones?” I thought. Were we cursed?
Then, it happened. After yet another disappointing end to the season in 2019, my phone exploded early February 2020 into waves of texts from my Sox faithful friends — most of them too explicit to be reprinted here.
They knew then what we now know: that by adding Mookie, it was more a “when” not an “if” the boys in blue would break the World Series drought that had dominated much of my lifelong Dodger fandom to that point.
Now, with two much better-looking rings on his hand—and both of us reunited in Los Angeles— Mookie seems hungry as ever for the next.
On the eve of the 2025 Home Opener, I’m thrilled to welcome you all to the big blog debut of “Artful Dodgers,” an interview series designed to introduce you to some of the many incredibly talented creatives out there making World-Champion-caliber Dodgers-themed artwork. If you or someone you know makes Dodger art, please get in touch!
In accordance with Doc and the Front Office’s wishes, we’re leading off this series with a little Big Shoin the form of an absolutely incredible risograph that I recently acquired at the 2025 edition of the LA Zine Fest (LAZF) at the Broad Museum.
Moments after entering the event I locked eyes with the image you’re about to see — at first, a fleeting glance of a familiar face peeking through a throng of admirers huddled around him like he was Mona at the Louvre.
Suddenly, the crowd dissipated—allowing me a fully unobstructed view of his full, magnificent splendor, and even more crucially— a chance to purchase it.
Behold and marvel, dear readers, at Hailey Ramos’ absolutely brilliant Sho Time:
As you can see, I had to have it. The only real question was: would Hailey agree to be the VERY FIRST artist EVER to agree to answer my questions for the blog? Let’s find out!
ITFDB: “Sho Time” is the kind of piece that feels like it had to have been crafted by a Dodger fan—are they a big part of your life?
Certainly! I’m probably the least athletic person in my whole family, so my connection to baseball doesn’t show through in my knowledge of the game or keeping track of all the stats— I leave that all to people like my younger brother, whose Little League games I grew up attending.
Los Angeles Dodgers culture is really what I resonate with. I was born and raised in LA and I remember thinking in preschool that “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” was our song and other teams had to sing something else, since I was taught that you were supposed to sing “root, root, root for the Dodgers” as loud as possible. It was also a friends-and-family tradition for me to go to Filipino Night at Dodger Stadium for a few years! I have a few giveaways as souvenirs.
I also love the camaraderie among the current Dodgers. They have such fun personalities together—Freddie, Mookie, Teo, and Kiké come to mind for me. This makes them a great team to watch from a teamwork and culture perspective, not just from a technical one.
¡Te amo, Teo! He is one of my favorite Dodgers in a long time, he just radiates happiness, and his rapport with Shohei is must-see TV. Speaking of, were you able to stay up for any of the Tokyo Series?
I was lucky enough to be in Tokyo for the exhibition match between the Dodgers and the Hanshin Tigers just recently, and it was so interesting seeing the sea of Dodger Blue without the loudness and rowdiness of Chavez Ravine…!
Wow. I can’t fathom how cool that must have been. It feels like literally ALL of Japan is showing up for Sho and the squad, and I am loving every moment of it.
I think this print would be BIG in Japan because it perfectly captures the euphoric Sho Mania moment of the now, while also giving off vintage Japanese Menko baseball card vibes from way back then. Can you take us through some of your influences?
For [Sho Time] in particular, I was definitely inspired by Japanese baseball cards, as well as other old-timey baseball cards and Japanese woodblock prints. I thought risography would be a great way to capture this texture and quirky misalignment, so this design was riso printed by the lovely LA-based printers at Never Press!
As for my other influences in general, I’m inspired by music, graphic novels (like the Scott Pilgrim series and the works by the Tamaki cousins), and cool outfits. I’m lucky to be friends with so many amazing artists, and sharing stories and feelings about creating art with them is such an effective motivator as well.
Risograph printing is a technique I learned a lot about from attending LAZF. I was drawn to their silkscreen-esque print quality and like you mention, the potential for happy accidents and perfectly imperfect alignment issues. How did you discover Risography? Was there much of a learning curve?
I was first made aware of risography by artists I followed on Instagram! I’m mainly drawn to the texture and working out how different ink color combos will look. I was intimidated to start looking into it because lots of art spaces need you to take a risograph workshop in order to start using their machines, and to this day I still haven’t gotten the chance to do that myself…! But it was pretty easy to learn how to get my digital art files set up to be ready to print (you can learn anything on YouTube).
The composition is suitably heroic, you really nailed his pose, but what seals the deal for me is how you’ve captured Shohei’s immense sense of joy for the game, and his towering, larger-than-life essence.
Do you have any tips or tricks you could share for helping aspiring illustrators to help them better capture a subject’s likeness?
Don’t be afraid to use references! Take pictures of yourself in silly poses and clothes, browse through Pinterest, and/or Frankenstein a bunch of different assets together to find the look you’re going for. I learned in my first high school art class that drawing is more about seeing the relationships between things, rather than replicating the individual components, and that’s something I still take to heart. For this print, I referenced individual pictures of Ohtani and Decoy, stitched them together, and played with the proportions to fit my art style. Experience will help you decide what to emphasize and how to simplify, so just keep on drawing!
I’m glad you mentioned Decoy references. I feel strongly that every self-respecting Dodger fan should have their own version of a Decoy moodboard. Could he be any cuter? Are there any other special dogs in your life?
Decoy is the cutest! He has such a sweet face. I’m totally a dog person, but I’ve unfortunately never had pets of my own (besides some fish). If I had to choose special dogs in my life, they would probably be Tony, my cousins’ smart and well-behaved doodle, and Arare, a fluffy and spoiled Akita that I don’t know personally (because she lives in Hokkaido), but have a lowkey parasocial relationship with on Instagram.
I’m a huge fan of hand-drawn lettering in general—but the more expressive and illustrative, the better. Your treatment of ‘SHO TIME’ stopped me in my tracks. It feels like skywriting, or that the impact from his insanely loud home run has somehow left the message like a jet vapor trail. Was that sort of what you were going for?
Honestly, I just wanted to give the impression of clouds or field dust, kind of like the background of the awesome Ohtani mural in Little Tokyo. But I love your interpretation so much more! I also love experimenting with hand-lettering in my illustrations because I feel like there are very few typefaces I’ve discovered so far that complement my artwork. So drawing my own is the solution! It’s such a cool way to combine illustration and design.
And as a final note on type, I thought I’d give you the honors instead of Google Translate, can you tell our readers at home what all the Kanji says?
For sure! Decoy’s saying “wan wan” written out in hiragana, which is like “bark bark” in Japanese! I think it’s cute that in Japanese, people will affectionately call dogs “wan-chan,” kind of like how we call dogs “doggy.”
The rest is just Ohtani’s name written out in Kanji. The first two are “Ohtani,” which I think means “great/big valley” (using my limited Japanese vocabulary). As for the characters for “Shohei,” I couldn’t tell you what these mean without help from the Internet…but I’ve read that his name means “soaring boy.” It’s cool that the same name in Japanese, when written with different characters, can mean something different!
Sort of like how the same character can hit and pitch and… okay that was terrible. Moving on…
Please tell us more about Hailey, starting with your pen name: “Aloha Misery.” To an outsider, the juxtaposition of “paradise” that aloha implies, along with “misery” is at once provocative, memorable, and indicative of a wicked sharp sense of humor. I’d love to hear the Aloha Misery origin story!
Alohamisery is actually an anagram of my name! When I was a kid, my uncle and I sat down one day and ran a bunch of family members’ names through an anagram generator just for fun. “Aloha misery” was the coolest result for mine! I was a Polynesian dancer for 12 years, so the “aloha” part caught my eye.
The initial “oxymoron” impression is very tongue-in-cheek, which is probably my favorite part about it: I’ve been told by an art teacher that there’s something tongue-in-cheek about my art. But I also like that “aloha” can mean so many different things, with “hello,” “goodbye,” and “love” being the most common ones. I think “goodbye misery” is the most surface-level optimistic interpretation of my name, but “hello misery” and “love misery” are equally important to consider.
The full gamut of human emotions are important, and we can’t pretend to be happy 100% of the time. We need to welcome and embrace the sad moments to fully appreciate the happy ones. It might sound corny, but it’s the truth!
It doesn’t sound cheesy, in fact, I couldn’t agree more. All the best stuff is just playing with contrast to create value: art, design, comedy, photography— even music is just sorting out where the highs and lows (and even the scooped mids!) should go to convey the desired message or feeling; rhythms built up from repeatedly mashing up silence and sound…
Speaking of music, I see and feel music in your art: there’s an infectious rhythm, groove, and tone to all of it. I know that personally I can’t create much of anything without a soundtrack while I work. Are you the same? What’s on the Aloha Misery playlist?
Absolutely! I love this question because music is my number one art influence in general. I love picking song lyrics or song clips to post along with my art that go with what I drew.
I could go on forever about music I like listening to, so I’ll just say that some of my favorite songs of all time are Everlong by Foo Fighters, Luna by Smashing Pumpkins, Sober to Death by Car Seat Headrest, savanna by OnlyOneOf, Stream by Last Dinosaurs, and Hana by Fujii Kaze.
So which song should we post for Sho Time?
The song I’ve picked for this print is Tokyo Reggie by Masayoshi Takanaka! It’s a funky little song about summer coming and reminding you of all the dreams and exciting things that the future will bring. I think it’s a perfect song for baseball season!
Music clearly moves you (and Tokyo Reggie is a complete jam) but movies do, too. I know this because I was also fortunate enough to have picked up a copy of your zine “The Pickle.”
Admittedly, I hadn’t even heard of “An American Pickle“when I chose this zine— I just really, really, really love pickles, blackletter type, and neon pink… so I knew grabbing a copy would be a safe bet— but what I got was so much more than the sum of those parts. Enough baseball, it’s time to talk pickle.
“The Pickle” is an incredibly thoughtful and deeply honest bit of autobiographical introspection as much as it is a “Fil-Am” review zine. While I’m not a Filipino-American, I can empathize with feeling an ‘apparent disconnect’ with the wildly differing facets of my own heritage. I too have felt adrift or out of sync with my ancestors hopes and dreams, especially given some of the immense challenges they faced and sacrifices they made— did you find crafting this zine therapeutic at all?
It was extremely therapeutic, especially since I made the initial draft at a zine-making workshop for Filipino American History Month, and sharing stories with all the other Filipino American creatives there was so inspiring and uplifting. “The Pickle” wasn’t really the first iteration of this story, either—in my senior year of high school, I submitted a drawing for art class with a very emotional, almost stream of consciousness-like artist statement.
The earthquake that I mentioned in the zine had just happened, so the emotions were still fresh, and I also hadn’t seen “An American Pickle” yet. When I made “The Pickle” about five years later, those emotions had settled into something I could reflect upon with a cooler head. I think both versions have their own unique impact, and it’s amazing to see how time influences the way you look at the same event. What details or feelings did you forget? Which ones were powerful enough to remain?
“The Pickle” proves that you have a great command of “putting yourself out there” in your work — but how difficult was it transitioning from creating “for you” to literally putting yourself out there at Zine fest?
I’m kind of a perfectionist to a fault, so I wasn’t willing to sell anything that I wasn’t 110% proud of. At the same time, I didn’t want to sell anything that didn’t have an audience. It was a little bit of a balancing act trying to make stuff that both LAZF-goers and I would enjoy, and I think it comes down to what image you want to project for yourself. I wanted to say, “Hey! I have cool illustrations/designs and original stories! This is stuff you couldn’t get from anyone else.” This made me tend toward selling originals that might resonate with other people’s experiences (like the perzines and the print I made of my characters sharing a beer, hehe), and I made sure that the fan material I made (I had zines about Chiikawa, Pokémon, and the movie Harold and Maude) included my own personal perspective. That way there would be a more tangible sense of purpose to what I was selling.
I wish more businesses would consider these variables before putting things into production or out on the market. It seems like so much stuff is just made without being critical about why, and how— just cheaper, faster instead of better, more sustainable… clearly you get it. Have you popped up at many similar events, and are there any other events on the horizon?
LA Zine Fest was actually my first time tabling at a public event in 7~8 years! As an introvert doing my first solo table experience, I thought it was going to be scary socializing and doing customer service for six hours straight… but I felt that because I was talking about creating and all the stuff I was proud of making, I was in my element and actually getting energized! I’m definitely sending out applications for more events, and I’m planning with my cousin, who makes adorable clay trinkets (on Instagram @pekabu.co), to do market appearances together!
I am shocked that this was your first solo show, I can attest that you were certainly in your element and I’m glad LAZF was such a positive experience for you. What have been the biggest challenges and biggest learnings from it?
For me, the prospect of having to spend money (to print up the inventory to sell, and paying the table fees to participate) to make money (selling at artist alleys/markets) was the most daunting part.
I didn’t have sufficient income as a college student, as I was trying to save as much as I could before graduating, so I didn’t look into getting prints and zines made until I had a higher-paying job after college. It was also tough because in order to get accepted into artist markets, I needed to show them what items I had to sell…but obviously I didn’t want to invest in manufacturing prints if I didn’t know whether or not I’d even get a table in the first place! But once I was able to get over that fear, it paid off immensely—I had such an amazing time at LA Zine Fest, and it has taken its spot as one of my favorite memories.
Honored to have been a witness— your work really did pay off; that crowd was pretty impressive and your display deserved the attention. But now that LAZF is behind us, are there any new pieces you’re excited to bring to the next fest?
I’m really proud of how the riso print of this drawing of my characters turned out—I had it done by the folks at Secret Room Pressup in Portland, Oregon and they did an amazing job! The different colors you can get out of three riso inks still amazes me.
Tell us more about your characters. Hopefully they’re more Aloha than miserable! Are they autobiographical?
I love making characters because to me it feels so special to keep in touch with a very childlike and creative part of your imagination—characters can be whatever you want them to be!
The characters in this riso print are my characters Angel (top) and Rose (bottom), two best friends who are trying to navigate relationships at the end of college while making music in a band with their friends. They’re just trying to be creative young adults, just like me.
I made them when I was just starting college during the pandemic, so I got to project a lot of my anxieties (especially about entering adulthood) onto them. I feel like the characters I mostly draw now come from different parts of my personality: the confident side, the insecure side, the kind side, the mean side, etc.—they all come out in each of my characters, I think. But since I’m still not a seasoned writer, I end up just drawing them in outfits that I think are cool, and that’s what this print is…honestly, characters can just be dress-up dolls too and that’s okay. Seeing how you can design outfits that match their personalities is fun already!
Hailey, I am so appreciative of your time and participation in this project and I can’t wait to see what’s next for ALOHAMISERY.
In the meantime, and as a final sendoff, I’d love for you to get your plug on… how can our dear readers buy up the remaining inventory of your Sho Time prints, “The Pickle” zines, or any of your other amazing creations?
I’m planning on doing more artist alley/artist market tabling events—it’s one of my resolutions this year! So you could probably catch me at one of those around LA. Also, You can visit my portfolio site at alohamisery.com, and if I have any updates about an online shop, Instagram will hear it first: @alohamisery is where they’ll be! It’s also the only social media platform I’m on…
In the wake of Super Halftime Show LIX, it felt like the right time to debut a segment that’ll unite my twin passions of Dodger Baseball and virtually all things music. In other words, it’s time for Dodger bass lines — and some gah gah gah gah.
All-Time Dodger Records will usually be a deep-dive into my collection of Dodger themed records; but every so often a song on an otherwise not-Dodger themed record will stop us dead in our tracks and demand our attention. Enter: Kendrick’s most recent ode to Los Angeles, dodger blue.
While ‘GNX’ will justifiably be remembered as Kendrick’s victory lap for The Beef™, the timing of the album drop (and the name-checking of Dodger Blue) made it feel like a victory lap for Kenny’s beloved and newly-minted champion Dodgers, too — especially after the team used They Not Like Us as their quasi-official anthem en route to their first full-season ring since 1988.
Although it lacks the venom and vitriol of the more robustly beefy dishes on Kendrick’s menu of this era, dodger blue is a more sophisticated, subtle attack— but make no mistake, behind the lush orchestration and angelic supporting vocals, the beef’s still well and truly simmering.
Instead of the full frenzied boil found elsewhere on ‘GNX’ and the singles that preceded it, Kendrick’s lyrics luxuriate here amidst a heady broth of shimmering 90s R&B textures and choral elements to create a borderline symphonic interlude that allows him to reflect on his own Angeleno bonafides while further chipping away at Drake’s big label appropriation of a laundry list of other cities’ scenes, starting right here in our own backyard.
“Don’t say you hate LA when you don’t travel past the 10…”
Can you think of a more honest line ever written about our city (besides “I love LA”)?
As someone who spent 10+ years living on the East Coast to start my career, I can’t tell you how many times I had to defend “The LAnd” from ornery New Yorkers disparaging it despite not really knowing it, having spent the majority of their trips in one of the city’s many insular bubbles (Santa Monica, where you at?) instead of branching out.
Here, though, the outsider is a Torontonian “pretender” who outwardly wraps himself in Hollywood’s finest trappings; more Erewhon less Vons, all-access, and all excess without the street cred to back it up. Subtle, but savage; don’t take it personal!
Final scoreline?
Dodger Blue — Kendrick Lamar Lyrics: Home Run Music: Home Run Cover Art: Home Run Dodgerness: Walk. He gets on base with the namecheck in the title, but a few more Dodger references in the track would have taken this whole thing to another level.
Of all the recurring features to expect on the blog going forward, this is the one I hope to post to the least frequently; however, baseball is played at blistering pace on dirt, grass, and ankles—not on paper. As a result, injuries remain an unfortunate part of the game, and a source of endless panic for the author.
Fortunately, my cousin Matt Guttridge PT, DPT, CSCS (AKA “Gutty”) is a Doctor of Physical Therapy, and a certified strength and conditioning specialist (hence all the cool letters after his name), and like me he’s a certified blue-bleeding Dodger fanatic.
Whenever the Dodgers suffer so much as a gentle scrape, I panic, and immediately text Gutty, desperate for a prognosis.
The most recent of these exchanges occurred the night of September 26, 2024 when Dodger Legend™ Freddie Freeman appeared to “crab-meatify” * his ankle hustling to first trying to beat a routine ground-out. Below, please find a screengrab from our text exchange that fateful evening:
Admittedly, “won’t be an issue” felt like a wild take at the time — and while Freddie would remain hobbled the rest of the regular season and throughout the triumphant postseason campaign, he did end up being “spot on” about Freddie’s ability to not only play, but to thrive— en route to hitting the greatest home run ever hit, and then several more to close out the 2024 season with a ring.
*Gutty wants to make it clear that ‘Crab-meatify’ is not an actual diagnosis, rather, a term of art used by the author to properly convey the existential horror he felt witnessing the play live, and in the several slow-mo repalys that followed.
Dodger fans flood the intersection of Sunset Boulevard and Echo Park Avenue moments after now old-friend Walker Buehler struck out even-older friend Alex Verdugo to clinch the 2024 World Series title.
In a year that had been so improbable, the seemingly impossible happened; and then, the inevitable: a party—36 years in the making—erupted in the streets of Echo Park, shutting down Sunset Boulevard from Silverlake, up to the stadium itself.
Dodger fans lighting up at the chance to celebrate a ring together in-person (without social distancing) for the first time since 1988.
In a sudden burst of aerosol flame, and countless fireworks later, the amassed frustration from years of Dodger playoff futility gave way to a spontaneous parade-before-the-parade of epic proportions; replacing Sunset Boulevard traffic with a Dodger Blue wave of euphoric human gridlock as far as the eye could see.
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire department. Fans hop aboard a LAFD engine on Sunset Boulevard to keep the party going.
From moments after the final out, until my phone battery died at around midnight, I joined in the festivities to celebrate, document, and cherish just being around our fellow fans in what has to be the happiest moment of my Dodgers-obsessed lifetime.
Echo Park bursting with fireworks, and visions of a dynasty.
As artful artillery echoed across Echo Park, a spark of an idea hit me: I could provide “boots on the ground” coverage of moments like these from my own backyard, smack-dab in the middle of its beating, Dodger-Blue-bleeding heart.
In other words, it was time for Dodger Blog — for fans, by a fan.
Dodger Blog, meet a Dodger Dog whose excellence transcends recipe changes, and will always be good— even if the author couldn’t quite keep things in focus.
But not just any Dodger Blog, this one’s purposefully built different.
Ours will be more culturally and creatively lensed: a place where the “human side” of our fandom can be documented to the same nth-degree as the stats on the field; a place where Dodgers-themed street art gets as much air-time as the next marquee signing, and the Dodger Dogs are to be adored and booped; not put on a menu.
A Dodger Luchador relays his position to his platoon while under intense aerial bombardment.
If this project was born out of the celebratory firework ashes, it will be sustained by the unending creativity, league-leading vibrancy, and ‘never say die’ passion of the Dodger fans who make it all happen— I can’t wait to meet you all, and to help tell your stories.
With that said, all that’s left is to welcome you to the blog, and to wish a very pleasant good evening to you wherever you may be.
