It's good to know generous people with generous lawyers. I learned that the easy way on Sunday when I sat in the greatest baseball seats of my life at Dodger Stadium (Dodgers 9, Marlins 3). Sivert Glarum, our Man in the Valley and cousin to Mike C. Hudson, got sweet Stadium Club tix for Hud and me. Also along for the caper was another Mike, who works with Sivert on the sitcom Rules of Engagement.
Before I describe the seats, let me just part the curtains a bit onto the Club. You walk down a flight of stairs, past your very own merch shop, to a restaurant offering a baseball eater's fantasy. In addition to the gourmet salads and made-to-order omelets, there are: Dodger dogs, ice cream bars, bags of Cracker Jack, a huge barrel of peanuts, pops and bottled waters, frozen yogurt ... all free (well, included in the price of the ticket) and all-you-can-eat. And we ate all we could (my Dodger dogs were proudly dripping with ketchup).
After properly gorging ourselves, we sauntered out to the raddest seats ever. First-base side, four rows behind the visitor dugout. This is the absolute best way to watch a game. At ground level you have a new appreciation for every aspect of the game. Home runs have to travel a helluva long way to leave the park, and they have to be hit perfectly while the ball is coming in on a snap. Legging out a bunt single (even if you're Juan Pierre) requires maximum physical effort. Fielding a grounder and smoothly delivering it to first base looks easy only because these are the best athletes on Earth.
Of course, you already know this, but you don't know it until you see the game from this angle. Sitting this close to the dugout also affords Sivert perfect positioning for razzing the bad guys. A combination of Mike's BlackBerry and Sivert's cojones made for some top-flight heckling throughout the game.
Not to mention, this is the only level where you'll brush shoulders with Pat Sajak.
Many thanks to Sivert for the tix. Go Dodgers!