This article was originally published in 2020.
It’s October in Los Angeles. The Dodgers’ hope to advance to the World Series is at an all-time high after another record-shattering season, and Dodger Stadium is a ghost town.
There are no fans in crisp Dodger Blue, no tailgate parties, front-lawn carne asadas, or pre-game drinks at the Shortstop before the long hike up with your Blue Crew to your upper reserve seats under gorgeous views of Vin Scully’s “cotton-candy skies” touching purple San Gabriel Mountains against the downtown skyline. No green grass, Tommy Lasorda, and Magic Johnson sightings, or ear candy from Dodger Stadium organist Dieter Ruehle.