Dodger Thoughts

Jon Weisman's outlet for dealing psychologically with the Los Angeles Dodgers, baseball and life

Month: April 2022

Dodger Thoughts
20th anniversary celebration: July 21 at Dodger Stadium

On July 21, 2002, Dodger Thoughts came to life. At the hastily assembled URL jonthoughts.blogspot.com, this post appeared. 

Young Miss Weisman, now finishing up her sophomore year in college, was yet to be born. I was still in the first half of my 30s. I’ve had four fulltime jobs during these 20 years, including one that I couldn’t have possibly dreamed of, running editorial for the Dodgers themselves. I’ve written two books about the Dodgers, three if you count The Best of Dodger Thoughts from way back in 2006. (Yes, I’m a little late on a sequel). 

I still have some shirts from 2022, but that’s another story.

The audience built slowly but steadily over those first few years, but by the end of 2008, I think Dodger Thoughts could claim the best community of Dodger fans around. We would even have periodic gatherings at the Dodger Stadium that I treasure to this day. 

The heyday of this site is clearly in the past, but I still like to think we have some happy memories together, like a high school class that was particularly tight. 

And that’s why I’d like to invite you join me at Dodger Stadium on Thursday, July 21 for a game against the Giants, to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the site. It’s less about Dodger Thoughts itself and more about reconnecting with people who at any time might feel some kinship. 

Tickets for the game (the first for the Dodgers after the All-Star Game at Dodger Stadium) will be approximately $40 each. I don’t need a precise headcount today, but I’m trying to determine how many people are likely to come, so I can relay that to the Dodger Group Tickets office. So if you do have interest, please reach out to me in the comments below or on Twitter

Whether or not you visited Dodger Thoughts all of the time, some of the time or never, I think it will be fun. Hope you can join. 

Clayton Kershaw and the art
of choosing joy over blame

Life offers many lanes going the same direction.  

If you don’t know it by now, I value the journey more than the destination. Don’t get me wrong — the destination can be amazing, and not reaching it can be so frustrating. Failure to go the distance can sour me on my own journey if I’m not careful.

My novel is Exhibit A. Not only am I so proud of my writing, but it was such a great experience — at times, as I’ve probably said here, my best friend. And yet, it’s been a year-plus since it’s been on the market, and I can’t get it sold. I’ve had editors praise it while saying it’s not marketable. Maybe that’s just their way of being nice. Maybe they’re just lazy, since I think it is easily marketed. Either way, I have to remind my self that the process — the moments of writing that thrilled me (especially when I transcended a roadblock) — that all was the best part. 

This is a very long way for me to make a short comment about Clayton Kershaw’s seven perfect innings today. 

I have passed the point where I think a World Series title is the be-all, end-all of Major League Baseball. Obviously, the Dodgers’ title satisfied a big longing 18 months ago. Now, I would have rather seen Kershaw go for the perfect game rather then pull him out for the sake of October. For me, Kershaw perfection would generate more pure joy, like that finding that perfect plot point, thrilling beyond measure.  

That doesn’t mean that the Dodgers committed a crime by pulling him from the game. Pursuit of the playoffs and a championship is a truly worthy goal. Taking steps to protect a 34-year-old lefty with a record of injuries, so that we can see him on the mound as much as possible going forward, is also a truly worthy goal. 

Something good doesn’t mean the other thing is bad. Ice cream comes in many good flavors. I like burgers and I like baby back ribs. We don’t have to choose between one preference and another. Both are there for us as we travel the boulevards of life. We can see the horizon from both lanes. 

Either way, seven perfect innings on a cold April afternoon for a legend ain’t bad. 

Let’s not assign blame on a happy day. The last thing that makes sense on a day like today is to fight about it. 

Today was a moment to treasure. As Vin Scully would surely remind us, be glad that it happened. And let the rest go. 

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