What it was like
Some games sneak up on you. A midweek Royals matchup reads as routine on the schedule, and then the third-base pavilion is loud by the second inning and you remember why you keep buying these tickets.
Get there when the gates open. Batting practice at this park is the secret hour: the place is quiet, the players are close enough to hear, and the light across the infield before the crowd arrives is nothing like what you get later. Then the seats fill with Koreatown and East LA and the Valley and transplants from every other city in the league, and what holds it together is that people who love the Dodgers really love the Dodgers. Argue about the Dodger Dog, a point of pride since 1962. Order the nachos anyway.
Chavez Ravine, mountains behind the outfield, with the stadium express running from Union Station if you would rather skip the lot. Summer night games are the best version of this city and everybody who lives here knows it.