We spotted a graffiti tagger in action on our way to Dodger Stadium, and when we got to our seats, we spotted a beach baller prepping his game. Unlike graffiti, I never really thought about where those random balls come from. They just seem to appear at games, get hit through the crowd, get popped by security, sometimes make it on to the field, or bring someone precariously scarily close to the rail in the nose-bleed seats.
But someone, somewhere, planned out the whole thing. They snuck in the deflated piece of plastic, maybe in their pants, they blew it up (as evidenced here, hopefully without some security guy busting them), and then got the party started — all for you and me. Thank you, renegade beach ball ninjas.
Speaking of blowing up rainbow beach balls, the Jumbotron that day advertised LGBT Night at Dodger Stadium on June 9th; we were there for Corey Seager Bobblehead Day. And speaking of LGBT and bobbleheads… on our way home from Dodger Stadium, we saw a guy bobbing up and down in his car. We kind of cheered him on as we passed him, because we thought he was rocking out to the radio…but then another guy popped up his head from the guy’s lap…!
There was a lot of undercover blowing going on that day!