game 1 vs Cincinnati, 5/26
Dedicated to my Uncle Al Flores and William Douglas Lansford.
Memorial Day 2014
Memorial for Medal of Honor recipient
Eugene A. Obregon who died in the Korean War 1950.
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39,500 in attendance.
Dodger pitcher Hyun Jin Ryu 4-2
Cinncy Reds monster Johnny Cueto 4-3 (1.86)
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(Previously in Philly, 5/25/14)
Josh Beckett No-Hitter, 9th inning
Ronald Nelson Dodger Vendor Extraordinaire is hanging out near
Section 10, Right Field Reserve, which is a perfect opportunity for me to
ask him what hethinks of Josh Beckett's recent No-Hit performance in
Philadelphia. But Ron is thinking of some of the other Dodger greats.
I catch up with him again a little later.
"Well, I recall that Beckett lost the first game of the World Series against
Andy Pettit (of the NY Yankees)," he claims.
"I remember Beckett also won the final game of the World Series and they carried
him off of the field. "
"There was a picture in the LA Times," he adds.
The Dodger Lady MCs are starting off the show via Jumbo Tron.
First thing on the Agenda, congratulate, the resurgent Josh Beckett for his latest
feat. But most importantly, introduce the United States Color Guard,
representing the branches of the U.S Military, and recognize Surviving spouses
of service members who lost there lives on active duty.
. . . . . . .
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Ceremonial Flags and Stars
with Each Brand of Service Logo
Thank you for your service.
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the Man of the House is applauded before the game begins,
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Veteran of the game is MK2 Mike Dalager - Coast Guard
Thank you for your service.
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7th inning stretch,
God Bless America
Very nice performance, very poor camera work.
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Ryu is a real Street Fighter bad ass.
Dodgers - 4
Reds - 3
game 2, May 27
Dodger "Ace" Zach Greinke 7-1 (2.01)
Cinncy Reds A. Simon 6-2 (2.31)
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I arrive to my regular Stand of occupation and realize that my Crew is gone.
They previously asked me to try moving to a new location in the Stadium but
I couldn't do it.
Like my partner in crime JC the Fry Guy says, "(Stand) 740, for life."
I'll touch on this later, but business first . . .
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Pre game ceremony,
1st pitch of the game Chan Ho Park
I am proud to claim that Chan Ho Park pitched for the Dodgers as a rookie when
I was first employeed here, way-back-when. The first Korena National baseball
player to break into the big leagues with our Los Angeles Dodgers.
This was a HUGE deal.
The Veteran of the Game this evening is Sgt. Jose Martinez.
Thank you for your service!
The National Anthem performed by vocals of Cho Yong Jin.
I like . . .
Korean National Anthem by Yonghwa Jung of the super group CNBLUE.
Ceremony of Appreciation Award is presented to Chan Ho Park
In 1996, Chan Ho Park had a record of 14-8, 3.38 ERA, 166 K .
One of my personal favorite Dodgers on the mound.
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As I was saying,
I arrive to my regular Stand of occupation and my Crew is gone.
Hamburger Helper asked me to comewith, so did Bossy, but the decision was
already established for me. Stay here, where I call home the last 7 years.
"740 for life," The Fry Guy proclaims, again as he completes his duties.
Bossy Lady, the Flower Shop Girls, Tommy & Judie, Fry Guy Rollio, and the
Ladies on the register moved to the Tommy Lasorda Stand beyond the
Right Field Pavilion.
Time to show the ropes of 740 to another crew.
After 4 years.
I still remember our first encounter.
Saturday was a 1:00 afternoon game because FOX was nationally televising the Dodger game against the Detroit Tigers. I
like that. It’s always nice to walk out of work after a game has been played and the Sun is still out. I was ready to work. The
Dodgers were within the grasp of taking first place. Who could complain? I scheduled myself back to my home on the
Reserve Level. I decided it was time to return to my home Stand once more, the unceremonious Carl’s Jr. After being a
Dodger Stadium journey man for the first quarter of the season, floating from stand to stand, meeting new Dodger Crew
workers and reacquainting myself with Workers I hadn’t worked with for a few years, I decided I was ready to settle in one
I couldn’t get used to being told to do the unsavory tasks that no one else would consider doing during an entire game,
making Garlic Fires. Not that I wasn’t good at it. “Come back and work with us again,” old wiry haired Ernie from Big Franks
Stand said to me after a night’s work frying potato wedges and mixing them with oil and smelly garlic. “You did a great job,
we’d love to have you back again,” Ernie insisted. It was fun but I needed consistency. I finally decided it was time to go
back to my home, the unspectacular Carl’s Jr. Back home, to my position as the MAIN SPOON, the guy who calls the shots
on the burger counter. You want a plain Burger with Cheese? Coming Up! I used to say. Saturday I was finally going back,
but when I arrived, I found out that things had changed: For better or Worse.
My crew was gone. Everyone one of my coworkers whom I had been working with for the last three seasons was gone except
for J.C. the Fry Guy. I looked at J.C. he raised his eyebrows and continued to ready his fryer. I then looked at my silver
counter. The tomatoes were misplaced, there wasn’t enough mayo, the lettuce was partially frozen, and everything was
disorganized. I had seen enough.
“Who’s the Stand lead?” I called out.
A tiny older lady pointed to a young looking Latina lady. She was a familiar face. I had worked with her before. I walked up
“Do you want me to work here,” I asked.
“Yes, you have worked here before, right? We could use you.”
Bubble: Use me?
“Yeah I’m the main guy on the line here so let me wash my hands. . . . ”
The next second I noticed a girl named Roseanna. She was counting the burger patties. When we were much younger
Damian and I had known and worked with her in another stand going back about 7 years ago. I emember talking to
her about our community college days together. Damian knew her better then I back then, actually. He was more of on the
friend basis with her then. We actually went dancing with her and few of her lady Dodger coworker, with LA Puente John
and smoking vet Steve, a few times when we used to party in Old Town Pasadena.
“Rosanna! What’s up? How are you? Let me get a hug!”
“No.” she replied. Roseanna turned her shoulder closest to me away. I froze in my tracks. I did go in for the hug. I was a bit
embarrassed. Was she the same Roseanna? Should I have asked for a hug like that? Was she being cruel? I wanted to play
it off but I was caught off guard by my own stupidity. I looked at the new Boss Lady who saw the whole thing. She gave a
look that occurs before a woman rolls her eyes at you except that she didn’t roll her eyes. Did anyone see that? I turned
around and I saw that the New Crew was nothing but women. The Stand has been taken over by a bunch of Amazons.
I immediately went up to J.C.: “Where is everyone.”
“They’re gone bro,” underneath his breath, “She is the new stand lead; this is their stand now.” Joanna and Rachel, the old
stand leads were gone for good. That’s three Boss Lady lead changes since I had been a spoon at the burger Stand.
I looked at the set up on the counter again. It looked like shit. All my coworkers that I been with for a few seasons were
gone: Zeola, Rojelio, and Franchesca, gone. I have to admit. I wasn’t happy. I was not going to be a happy camper. I
immediately tied on my apron, washed my hands thoroughly, applied my rubber gloves, and then, I went to town.
“Who put frozen lettuce in here?” I shouted. No one said a word.
“This counter looks terrible!” I said to myself.
There wasn’t a sound. I started shifting the food around in their right order. I made a lot of noise.
I slid open the burger warmer to check the buns: CLANG!
I switched the steel pans filled with onions and pickles dropped them in their right places: CLANG! CLANG!
Everyone was watching.
I raised the steel top of the burger patty pans, to check the meat. It was full: CLANG!
Reached into the lettuce pan, shifted the lettuce, pulled out the frozen parts, and tossed it into the trash.
“I don’t serve this to my people.” I said out loud.
“You’re People?” Boss Lady countered.
“My people, the Fans, this food is unacceptable.”
“Okay,” she said with a sneer. Roseanna was on the other side of the broiler were we feed the meat and bread.
“Anna, give me more buns, please!”
I got the tongs and placed them in the steal shelf: CLANG! I looked down to my right and there was a tiny young lady
staring at me. “Don’t get angry,” she said.
“I’m not angry, I’m serious,” I told her.
I showed them all the routine as I prepped the counter. The gates were still closed. The stadium was just starting to turn its
wheels. The ladies went on their break at the other end of the Stand. They huddled together eating the food they brought
from home. I bet they were talking about me. He’s an asshole I bet they said. He's rude. What’s his problem? He asked
you for a hug? I bet they said. Only J.C., a fellow named Jose, and I remained working on the floor: Me and Jose started to
assemble the Famous Stars, The Westerns, the Chicken sandwiches. J.C. started to fill the fries into their containers. We
fed the food into the window slots. We cleaned up the mess around us. Changed our gloves a number of times. Thirty
minutes went by. We all get thirty minutes break. The ladies were still gone. I walked up to them in their huddle, tucked
away at one end of the stand. “You guys must really like your break, huh?” I said.
It’s been a while ladies I thought. I took of my apron and told them I was off to break. I bet they said he is an Ass, when the
door closed behind me. When I got back I was better, not so edgy.
When I got back to the stand. I did the routine. Apron, Wash hands, Gloves; then I went back town. A Fan at the window
asked the sweet tiny lady who was pouring the Cokes for a special order: A plain burger with cheese. The lady turned
around, “Special order.” I walked to the window, “What would you like?” Then Boss interjected: “No Special
Orders.” What? “No Special Orders!” You have to be kidding. The man asking for a plain burger with cheese just walked
away: rejected. I was dumbfounded. No Special orders? One person asked: Can I have a Famous Star without Lettuce and
no onions? No Special orders. Another person asked for a Plain burger. No. Sorry. No Special Orders. I couldn’t take it. I
walked up to Boss Lady, “For now on, I am making every special order.”
“No,” she said.
“Because I said so.”
Heck no. I said it again: “For now on, I’m going to make special order.”
“Because it’s good customer service,” Like a good Company Boy, I said.
Everybody eats what they'd like. All game long, when ever it was requested.
“Ok. Just you do it.” Boss concluded
I worked the entire shift. I worked it with a seriousness I hadn’t shown before at the Stadium but more so when I’m upset
with my students at the school. Hold fast, grab the stern, sail straight. We got into a groove. When it got busy, I stepped it
up. The crowds didn’t turn into the Beast but we got slammed alright. The Dodgers were down and fought right back,
eventually beating the Tigers. So sweet. There was very little talk during the game. We were learning to work with each
“Are you coming back tomorrow?” one said to me.
“Do you hate us?” she asked.
No. I’ll see you girls tomorrow. It was a long day. The girls showed that they were serious. Boss Lady and the rest of the
crew cleaned the Stand like I have never seen it done before. You guys don’t mess around I told them. In the end I showed
them I'll work hard for the Crew. “Today was nothing, J.C said, “Wait till later.” It wasn’t really that busy. Boss said I
could go home. I said good bye to everyone.
I learned to love this "new" crew. Even found the strength to tell them "I love you" as time went by.
(That was then)
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This is now.
The Fry Guy and I have to hold down the fort.
Train the CK Tender routine to the new crew, Ben and his devotees.
Keep believing the Dodgers will win today's game.
Don't feel disappointed.
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J.C the Fry Guy and I take the lead to clean the stand.
I carry all of the mats to the end of the stand and sweep it clean.
Next, my buddy douses the concrete floor with a giant bucket filled
to the top with water and soap.
The pink water splashes all the way across, from corner to corner, wall to wall,
crashing against my slip resistant shoes. J.C. and I, each grab a broom and we
scrub and sweep the suds thoroughly underneath the silver prep counter,
under the fryer, under the fridge, and move every speck of grease or any
remnants of food into a drain by the soda fountain that leads to the Los Angeles
River. Next, my friend follows with a mop until the floor is dry. In turn, I replace
each area with the 25lb. industrial mats in their correct areas.
We are ready to call it a night soon enough.
All I have to do is wash my hands.
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Dodgers take this one 6-3
Greinke is 8-1 and pitching ridiculously well.
Thankfully our Dodgers have a whole lot of fight in them.
I feel strange.
Like I got something stuck in my eye.
Time to walk home.
Dodger Cy Young King Clayton Kershaw 3-3
Reds Ace Homer Baily 4-3
Interestly, the Stand is closed again due to low attendance at the game, 41,000 (?)
(My old crew moved on because of these occurrences, they wanted consistency.)
So, it's back to work with my brothers in Stand 739, The Dodger Dog Express.
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The Grill is fired-up.
The Selesian boys are leading the charge in the glass box.
"Wat up, Tony," Jonathan salutes.
On the grill, Jason chins-up, a "wassup."
These guys also hustle at the Staples Center, maintain a Los Angeles
state of mind on every level: Kings, Lakers, Clippers, and this Stadium like
it's all of their business. And it is.
The Dynamic Duo, Jackie and Tanya are taking the lead just outside,
counting the product, packing nachos like sardines, sealing them
in thier containters. I join in on the fun.
Marlene, the Boss is . . . the BOSS: Bada$$ Powerful
La Senora Irma, who bosses me, is working as well . . .
As I enter the stand, one woman tells Irma, "Mira el esposo."
(Look your husband.)
I have my cell phone in hand writing some blog notes and Irma comments,
"Ya Temprano!" (Already?)
"Aye Dios mio. (Oh my God.)
As if I'm abusing the use of my cell phone.
Jason is finishing up the last batch of Jumbo Dogs before gate open.
Jonathan drops four baskets of fries in the deep fryer.
I'll be preping the Garlic fries tonight.
On the silver prep counter is a 24 oz container of salt, a fry scooper, fry
cups, and an aluminum alloy bowl to mix the garlic with the fries.
"Look out, HOT!" Jonathan warns and tosses the basket of fries in the
bowl. Pointing to the goggles near by he asks, "Do you need these?"
I decline. "That $#!+ make my eyes burn," he laments.
Jonathan dumps two baskets of Freedom Fries into the steel bowl.
I scoop three large spoonfuls of Garlic out of its container and add it.
Mix the contents with my two latex covered hands.
(the fries are still scalding hot)
Garlic fumes creep into my eyes.
While tossing and mixing Garlic Fries, Garlic vapor rises into the air.
Into the eye sockets!
Suck it up.
(Over and over.)
1/2 lb Garlic Fries are sealed in a small container and moved to the a la cart widow.
Jonathan dumps two more baskets of fries "HOT!"and I scoop them into
fry cups, they go out to the al cart window as well. (Over and over.)
Kid Scully Bobblehead?
If you are looking for the Giant NACHOS served in a batting helmet,
Chef Meritos LA Taqueria is the spot.
The Big Kid Dog, Lunch.
Back to work,
Jason's on he grill and the radio be rocking the jams.
Fries are cooking and the Garlic will be mixing: Jonathan warns,"Hot!"
Sculding hot Freedom Fries go with the Garlic, and-here-we-go . . .
There ain't too much sadder than the tears of a clown
when there's no one around"
Too many teardrops for one man to be crying;
I'm gonna cry 96 tears!"
Come home come home, just say you will say you will!
"Tears on my Pillow!"
This is what is sounds like
When Doves Cry
Every single day
Every time I pray
I'll be missing you
Dices Irma, "(The dishes are done, man!")
Reds ace Baily bests our Ace 3-2.
Kershaw made one bad pitch.
And so it goes.