Today the third-oldest big-league field and traditionally “a pitchers’ park,” Dodger Stadium is otherwise pure Tinsel Town.
Opened in 1962 at Chavez Ravine, stories over how its construction displaced locals already disenfranchised, are well known. Prior to this time, the Dodgers had been playing at the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, which had been constructed for the 1932 Summer Olympics. (Brand new, it is the climactic setting for the screwy comedy Million Dollar Legs.)
The Dodgers, of course, had been fanatically embraced by Brooklyn. There are no three franchise-settings more different: Ebbets Field, the Coliseum, Dodger Stadium—also known as Taj O’Malley after the redoubtable owner.
In more than half-a-century, there have been astonishingly few changes.
No corporate name has been affixed.
There are nine levels (!) to the stadium exterior, and uniquely, since the stadium is, for lack of a better term, “geologically constructed” like an ancient-Greek amphitheater that once staged the Oresteia, there is no way to circumnavigate the exterior on a single “ground level.” Returning to our own times, one parks the car in the massive lot according to where one sits. In keeping with the film industry, the arrangement is something like that of a gigantic postwar drive-in theater.
The ca. 56,000 it holds at full attendance hasn’t much changed with the 1950s design by Emil Praeger. Beyond the fences, one takes in California-palm trees. The mountains past the bleachers are architecturally expressed by the stylized, wavy roofs above these stands. Its perfect lawn of Santa Ana Bermuda grass contrasts with pastel-shaded seats.
Uncharacteristically, more than two years ago a fan named Bryan Stowe fell victim to an ugly incident here.
One of the allures of night baseball on the West Coast is the completion of all games east of Phoenix and Denver well before the seventh-inning stretch (a tradition begun by President Taft).
Dodger Stadium is probably the neatest ballpark in the majors, and is the home of the famous Dodger Dog from those perfect concession stands.
In short, one could be transported in his or her sleep and realize he or she has landed in Dodger Stadium.