Yesterday morning, I had a brilliant idea: I would go to the L.A. Dodgers’ opening day! I checked the team’s website for game time and that didn’t pose a problem. I did a quick ticket search. Whoa! That was a problem.

 

Day-of available tickets were a bit scarce. But there were some seats out there. And hey, I only needed one. The prices, on the other hand, shut down my brilliant idea. If I had a spare $550, I could have sat behind home plate. For a mere $140, I could have sat way down-field, in foul ball territory. The website posted some $38 seats as being available, but I didn’t find those. Alas, my opening day dream would have to wait for another season.

 

It never occurred to me that those high ticket prices have to cover players’ ridiculous salaries. I didn’t once think of those exorbitant fees as being necessary to supplement Magic Johnson’s other business ventures. I only thought about doing something old-school. Something American.

 

Maybe baseball is no longer America’s pastime. I’m not sure. If it is, I’m guessing families are making plans in advance. Otherwise, who could afford to take their kids out for peanuts and crackerjacks?

 

Some day, I’ll make it to opening day. Until then, I’ll just have to root, root, root for the home team – at home.

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