It’ll Be a Dark Day Before Edison’s Angels Reschedule Their Night Games

Guess which major league baseball team plays the fewest day games at home in these electricity-starved times?

Why, the one sponsored by Southern California Edison--the Angels. They show themselves in the sunlight just 10 times at Edison Field, compared to 17 day games for the Dodgers and 29 for San Diego.

Edison’s slogan at the Angels’ ballpark is: “Feel the energy.” At least, while there’s still some left.

A team spokesman says the Angels won’t reschedule any games for daylight hours because night games don’t use up much energy. And the team defends its position on its Web site (https://angelsbaseball.com) with some statistics that are more baffling than the infield-fly rule.

Whatever the truth, the Angels should be commended for fielding another mediocre team. Once again they’ll be eliminated from the pennant race and avoid using electricity for postseason night games--in the World Series, for example.

Sodden thought: Byron Anderson of Santa Maria wonders if cereal companies are trying out a new concept in packaging (see accompanying).

Didn’t catch the name: The item here about local broadcasters who forget their own names on the air stirred memories for former TV newsman John Corcoran.

When he worked in Washington, D.C., reporters were supposed to sign off at the local Channel 7 by saying, “John Doe, News Seven.” One day, Corcoran said, “a fellow reporter named Chris Gordon signed off this way: ‘Chris Seven, News Gordon.’ Needless to say, ‘Chris Seven’ was his nickname at the station for a while.”

If it’s Tuesday it must be . . . Well, the folks putting on one seminar obviously weren’t sure in the month of May, as David Graham of Laguna Niguel pointed out (see accompanying).

At least they didn’t mention ashes: Ellen Goldberg of West L.A. came upon the ad of a mortuary that contained an eerie apology (see accompanying).

Saltwater daffy: A teenage girl wrote a letter to Dana Point-based Surfer magazine, revealing she’d been surfing secretly to avoid kidding by the boys. Then, the other day at school, “when I went up to get the hall pass for the bathroom, I leaned over my pre-algebra teacher’s desk, and saltwater fell out of my nose all over the test we’d finished.” One boy “caught a wink of my postnasal drip,” she added, and ever since, “he’s been super stoked on me.”

You can almost picture Maurice Chevalier singing, ‘Isn’t It Romantic”?

miscelLAny: Like the Angels, the MTA is doing its part to save energy, if inadvertently, Rick Mason points out. One escalator in the Red Line’s Civic Center station has been out since October.

Mason writes: “I remember your columns ribbing the city bureaucracy” to get an escalator fixed at the Civic Center Mall. “Can you again throw your weight around shamelessly?”

As an enemy of bureaucracy, I certainly will. In fact, in the next couple of days, I’m going to have my secretary send Mason a “Request For Only in L.A. to Throw Its Weight Around Shamelessly” form to fill out and return to me.

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