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Marc Cooper reviews the pricey new field level seats at Dodger Stadium and finds them, as I suspected, not worth $100 — or even $10 — if you like to see the batter. They might be, perversely, among the worst seats in the house.
There we were for 2 hours and 15 minutes, forced to sit on the edge of our seats, our bodies twisted at a 45-degree angle, our necks craned to the left and chins uplifted trying to peer over the row in front of us. Fortunately, the two seats to our right were unoccupied. If they had been filled, we would have had to lean back out of courtesy, and thereby seen even less.
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