Dodger Stadium, you are killing me.
Three dead beach balls that we killed last night.
Last night at Dodger Stadium was Helmet Radio Night, where the first 50,000 (or so) receive a free radio shaped like a helmet that receives exactly one station: AM 790. It was also douchebag night, and obnoxious kids with no parents night, and beach ball night, and people with Sharpie eyebrows who show up in the 6th inning and spill beer all over you so they can leave in the 8th night. At about 5 different points in the game, I considered just getting into my car and driving home. I tell you, the whole scene was fucking awful.
My nightmare told in photos, story in the captions: