Ally McBeal Mortification

I saw Ally McBeal in the flesh at Dodger Stadium last week while on R&R in Los Angeles. She was seated a few rows in front me (minus Harrison Ford, unfortunately) with her kid and posse and, I must say, she was adorable. I expected her to be creepily skinny: she wasn’t. I also expected her to be a hands-off mother: she was more attentive than most Five-Star waiters I know. She wasn’t a diva, a bitch, or abnormal in any discernible way. And what happened? Dodger Stadium had to ruin the happy moments for her with public humiliation. Around the 8th inning, some genius in the sound department found the Ally McBeal soundtrack and they piped it into the stadium while firmly fixing the Jumbo-Tron camera on her. Needless to say, she was not pleased, but her friend thought it was pretty funny and proceeded to laugh and poke her as she tried to ignore what was going on (methinks that friend won’t be attending any more Dodger games with the Flockhart family).

So I reiterate: way to be an asshole, Dodger Stadium. Totally uncalled for, not very funny, and nobody gives a shit about what celebrities attend the game anyways because we’re there to see a freakin’ baseball game. Manny Ramirez hit two home runs that game!!! Why don’t you replay that instead? Or how bout a funny film montage of past plays, like you played when I was younger? Honestly…I know it’s Los Angeles and the cult of the celebrity is in full swing, but let’s try and focus Dodger Stadium. Focus.