Chris Erskine: Postcard From L.A.: A classic ballyard that feels like home, even in the nosebleeds
In the best essay ever written - baseball or otherwise - John Updike once tagged Fenway Park "a lyric little bandbox of a ballpark."
By comparison, Dodger Stadium is baseball's Carnegie Hall.
Half-buried in a hillside, like a cask of cowboy loot, it rests in the middle of a tangle of freeways, remarkably simple in design, with groovy space-age angles and a VIP view of the mountains.
Without fail, the outfield is brushed velvet. The lawns in County Cork should be so green.
Dodger Stadium's connective tissue may be concrete, but the classic ballyard - third-oldest in the majors - manages a
