June 7, 1992 After a little detour through Carmel and Santa Cruz, we headed South on 101 to L.A. "Hey Jase, Sem wants to listen to Garth Brooks, can you pass it up?" "Uh, sorry Nine, it must be buried underneath my gym bag, how about Ozzy instead?"
We did spend a night in Santa Barbara with our good buddy Curl. Because he had a sub-woofer in his "hoopdee", we opted to give him the Sir-MixAlot CD rather than our usual grunge offering. He made sure we got to listen to our favorite local band, 'Pat, Fin and Greg' at Alex's Cantina on State Street.
After a little smash-ball and frisbee on East Beach, we reluctantly left one of my favorite towns for Dodger Stadium. We chowed down the obligatory Dodger Dog and pretzel, and settled into our seats in the 9th row behind the 3rd base dugout.
L.A.'s Tom Candiotti (6-3) was facing Cincinnati's Tim Belcher. (Darryl Strawberry and Eric Davis were on the D.L.)
When the fans finally showed up in the 3rd inning we noticed how impersonal Dodger Stadium feels. It's as if the stadium is full of tourists or people from all over Southern Cal.
An RBI single by Brett Butler was all Candiotti needed for his complete game shutout.
Fortunaly, after that snoozer, we took a little cruise through Malibu and checked out where Tommy Lee lived. Our buddy Brad hooked us up for the night at his place in Sherman Oaks....next up, San Diego.
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