The Dodgers have let bloggers into their press box. Phil Gurnee of True Blue L.A. gives us the lowdown:
First off, front row is tops no matter how high you are, front row right behind home plate, with protection overhead is about as good as it gets. My only concern was taking a foul ball in the noggin while I was writing. The media has a good thing going. The Dodgers provide them with pages of pre – game notes filled with information that bloggers have spent hours in the past figuring out for themselves. The Dodgers provide a buffet that they subsidize which includes sandwich meats, grilled chicken, prime rib, various mexican entree’s, and salads. For free you get drinks, popcorn, cookies, and Ice Cream. When the game ends the Dodgers provide within 1/2 an hour a complete post – game synopsis with more data then you could ever hope to include into a game recap.
I didn’t take full advantage of everything being credentialed means. I never made it onto the field, I didn’t interview anyone. Many of you might have jumped full tilt into this opportunity and maybe it was wasted on me but I was content to just stay in the press box, write, comment, and enjoy the moment. I’m a blogger and don’t fancy myself a reporter.
I’m not one of those Shi’ite bloggers who think that being allowed access to the world of beat reporting some sort of betrayal to the concept of blogging or whatever. While there are still some important differences between bloggers and professional writers, it’s not 2005 anymore, the “war” between bloggers and the mainstream media is beyond passé. Readers don’t care if you’re inside or outside, plugged-in or not. If you write well and have interesting things to say people will read you. If you don’t, they won’t, and it doesn’t matter where your byline appears.
But I think I’d still resist the press box for a very important reason: if you sit in the press box you’re not allowed to cheer and you’re not allowed to drink.
Think about that for a minute and ask yourself: could you even watch, let alone enjoy baseball if you weren’t allowed to cheer or drink? OK, maybe I could live without the beer if I had too, but I cheer even at games between teams I don’t care about, and I’m not sure anything could stop me from doing so if I were sitting in the really good seat of the press box.