It’s the Dodgers’ Blue Period

Frank McCourt, you owe me.

I buy tickets, hot dogs, soda, caps. I’ve gone to games since I was a little kid, clutching Dad’s hand, awed at the swirling caldron of light and color that unfolded the first time I ever walked into Dodger Stadium.

Early this season, I was talking to some fellow season-ticket holders. We were marveling at the string of wins in the beginning of the year, but shaking our heads over how it was being accomplished, at the off-season trades that had decimated a decent team, and how they would fare in the heat of August and September.

You owe us, Mr. McCourt. For all the money that we’ve spent, you owe us. You owe us a team that can play competently, that can make our hard-earned dollars seem well spent.

It’s what fathers pass down to sons and daughters, what makes the rest of the world go away for the few precious hours that we spend at the stadium. It’s called hope. We pay good money for it.

You owe us hope.

MARK ROMANO

Glendale

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I realize that it borders on sacrilege to criticize Vin Scully in Los Angeles, but I must.

It’s Monday night, and I’m watching the Dodger-Pirate game. Vinny is describing action that has nothing to do with what I see on my TV screen.

What’s going on? Why, it’s Vinny giving us play-by-play of the Padre-Giant game! Oh, I guess the Dodger pennant hopes hinge on its result.

No, sorry, the Dodgers were eliminated two days before.

If you ask me, it’s annoying, distracting, and indicative of his declining sense of the dramatic.

ANDREW M. WEISS

Playa Del Rey

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Last Friday night was my first visit to Dodger Stadium this season.

I’m not going to complain about the extraordinary amount of new field advertising, or the food and beer prices, or even about paying full ticket price to watch a triple-A team. But a fan pays $10 to park, $40 to sit at field level and has to be subjected to commercials on the big screen?

This will be one more reason I stop going to Dodger Stadium.

MARK WEIR

Bakersfield

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Despite the usual lackluster and disappointing season, I would like to thank the Dodgers for an indirect gift. Since their July swoon, I have had a “vacation jar.” For every questionable DePodesta move, every ugly Dodger loss, I threw a few bucks in.

I leave for Maui later this month.

MARK J. FEATHERSTONE

Windsor Hills

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New addition to Dodger take-out menu:

“DePodesta to go.”

DAVID M. PEPPER

Malibu