Posts Tagged ‘LA Dodgers’

Manny Ramirez At-Bat Intro Music Changed to Funeral March

Friday, August 6th, 2010

Outta Here!!! Is the discarding of the Mannywood sign just the beginning in the decline of a superstar?

LOS ANGELES (Sportsman’s Daily Wire Service) First the Mannywood sign is taken down. Next the fan club support dwindles.

Now this.

Apparently the love affair that Manny Ramirez had with the Dodgers and their fans is over. (more…)


Both Seventh Inning Stretch Traditional Songs to Be Replaced by Obscure Zappa Concerto

Friday, January 29th, 2010

Play Zappa! It's the 7th-inning stretch folks!

Play Zappa! It's the 7th-inning stretch folks!

LOS ANGELES (Sportsman’s Daily Wire Service) Take Me Out to the Ball Game has been a seventh-inning stretch tradition for generations. Along with Happy Birthday, it is perhaps the most familiar sing-along most everyone know the words to.  In a post-9/11 world, God Bless America has stood shoulder to shoulder with Take Me Out to the Ball Game at baseball games across America.

But, like a nation grows weary of a stale scandal, these supposed time-tested tunes are being replaced. (more…)


Dodger Dog Vendor Blamed for Most of LA’s Heart Disease

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

 

Heart-a-pack! Cardiac patients need to cross this little lovely off their list. But vendor Phil Ferraro says, “Relax. Take a bite.”

Heart-a-pack! Cardiac patients need to cross this little lovely off their list. But vendor Phil Ferraro says, “Relax. Take a bite.”

 

 

LOS ANGELES  (Sportsman’s Daily Wire Service) — The Dodger Dog – a simple frankfurter in a bun that is widely regarded as the very best in major league baseball, is as much a piece of Los Angeles Dodgers history as a Maury Wills stolen base or a Sandy Koufax strikeout. Hot dog vendor Phil Ferraro has been working the field box level at Dodger Stadium since the early seventies. He estimates he’s personally sold over nine-hundred thousand Dodger Dogs and is quickly approaching the one million mark. “That’s a helluva lotta cholesterol,” the fifty-nine year old wiener jockey said. “I look at these people on the aisle ordering three dogs for the fat guy in seat 12 and think to myself, ‘this poor bastard’s gonna be dead before the fifth inning.’ But as much as it pains me to contribute to their inevitable heart disease, I do derive a guilty pleasure from seeing their faces light up when they take that first bite – the mustard, relish and dog juice dripping down their double chins. ”

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