Last September, before the Dodgers’ most recent disappointing postseason performance, my fiancé Marco got some cheapo tickets so we could go see his San Diego Padres while they were in town. This was exactly the reason we moved to LA. From our secluded mountain sanctuary in North Carolina, we hankered for easier access to cultural amenities. Now, we had…
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