I think it is time I started seeing other organizations. You simply are not the franchise I fell in love with so many years ago. I think that through some introspection, you will come to realize that you just don't love me anymore.
I will admit that I have not been perfect. A few weeks ago I went out with another franchise. At first, I thought it was meaningless. It wasn't the same — their pitchers didn't even bat. But my son was overjoyed by his kid's meal, the fireworks and the great giveaway. It felt so good to be loved again.
Do you remember what it was like when we first met? You looked so great in your straw hats. There was something magical in the way you gave me a two-bagger while serenading me with the dulcet tunes of Nancy Bea. I ate a pasta lunch with Tommy Lasorda, and it was one of the greatest days of my life. But those days are gone. When was the last time you even smiled at me and said, "Welcome to Dodger Stadium?"
I will always love you. I hope that this trial separation will help you to realize that somewhere deep inside you still love me too.
Bryan Stow was attacked AFTER the game. The Times' stories about the Dodgers-Giants game on Wednesday just talked about security before and during the game. What about AFTER the game?
The Times should report about Dodger Stadium security after games. What good is the increased security if 80% of the security force leaves after the seventh inning? Wait, maybe Times reporters are scared to go into the parking lot after games?
With the Frank McCourt financial situation, the idea that the Dodgers' anemic offense can't buy a run has never been more profound. Tip of the week: Anyone with insomnia should put on a Dodgers game … except for when Jonathan Broxton comes in. That will get your heart pumping.
Frank McCourt says he would field the same team even if he didn't have financial problems. Let's see, that would be two stars in the final year of their contracts, an aging, injury-prone left side of the infield, a former Giants infielder who swings and misses so often I call him Mr. Breeze, a banjo-hitting first baseman and major league castoffs in left and behind the plate. Throw in a below-average bullpen to go with an above-average starting rotation and all I can say is: Really, Frank?
If Frank McCourt, as quoted in last Sunday's Times, truly believes that the Dodgers are a "very, very good team," he must also be laboring under the delusion that he has been a "very, very good owner."
The Dodgers' recent display of offensive ineptitude, while frightening, is reminiscent. Though carried on to great victories by a superb pitching staff, Koufax, Drysdale, Osteen and Perranoski, the Dodgers of the 1960s also scored few runs. This prompted the legendary comedian Milton Berle to opine at the time that the Dodgers' lineup reminded him of a box of Kleenex tissues: "They pop up one at a time."
The tradition continues, albeit with a far less impressive group of hurlers.
So Donnie Baseball would rather talk politics than baseball. The guy who doesn't understand the boundaries of the pitcher's mound now wants to tell Israel to reset its boundaries. Donnie, stick to baseball. Better yet, finish up your one-year stint here, and keep your opinions to yourself.
One and dumb
How long a basketball "student athlete" (once called an "athletic student") must stay in college before turning pro has obvious competing issues for the NBA and NCAA, but I have further issues as a professor and sports fan.
Clearly, since pro sports have become big business, top athletes usually do not come to colleges to learn and to play sports (as did my former student, Pat Haden). Now the one-and-done rule forces players to sit out for a year (bad career choice) or to use college as a year of training camp.
Dropping the 19-year-old age limit and requiring college players to have at least three years before turning pro would help to put College back into the National Collegiate Athletic Assn., and we wouldn't have to think of college as just a year of minor league ball.
Emeritus professor, USC
Kudos to T.J. Simers for his eloquent story about Harmon Killebrew. As probably the least-celebrated member of the 500-homer club, he dwelled in the relative obscurity of Minnesota, but made, as Simers stated, a much bigger impact after baseball. God bless Harmon KiIlebrew, a great player and a greater man. He will be missed.
David A. Goodman
West Los Angeles
Even F.P. Santangelo hit an occasional home run, and even though T.J. Simers most often strikes out, his Killebrew/Bynum effort was out of the park.