Summer for this sports fan is usually the lull between basketball and football season. (The World Cup helped somewhat.) When I saw a good deal for Dodgers tickets in the L.A. Times — $60 tickets for $20 — Bryan and I decided to catch them taking on the Nationals. (OK, so this post is a week late.) I don’t have any blue Dodgers gear, but I’m slowly adopting L.A. sports teams as my own. We settled into seats not far up from first base, amid fans with shirts reading “Los Dodgers” and “I only kiss Dodger fans.” Watching baseball seemed to me a little like slowly working out some elaborate math problem, whereas I’m usually more interested in seeing games that reward the players for running faster or hitting harder. But I can appreciate a sport that allows players to make up for early mistakes (Hiroki Kuroda) and rewards solid play when the other team is trying to strategize counterintuitively (the Nationals walking a batter to load the bases and hoping to catch a fly ball for an out, but having to deal with a James Loney ground ball instead). I’m ready to go back again.