Question is, which one?

A man was arrested this week after security found him walking around the field at Dodger stadium in a Dodger blue uniform, sporting a mitt, and juggling two balls.

Higgins allegedly identified himself as a Dodgers player, but the guard recognized him from an earlier incident and called police.

Prosecutors say Higgins’ clothes were later found in the bat boys’ locker room. It was not immediately clear where he got the uniform.

This one is so short, sweet, and yet loaded with such rich bestiarity (think oddness), I can almost smell it.

But on a serious note, and while we’re on the topic of security at Dodger stadium, The Big Lead has a scary story (with pictures) about a security guard tackling a woman to the ground.

What could possibly be more American than baseball?

The list of candidates is short indeed, but one of the leading contenders would have to be the all-you-can-eat buffet.

Next spring, these two Titans of Americana will come together in joyous union at Dodger Stadium, where the entire right field pavilion will be turned into an all-you-can-eat buffet.

There are limitations though.  The food booths will open 90 minutes before the game and close 2 hours after it begins, and in order to “promote health,” fattening foods such as beer and ice cream will not be included in the buffet.  Meanwhile, the ticket price will be $35 instead of the $10 it costs to sit in the identical left field pavilion.

Sounds like a bad deal to me.  If beer and sweets are not included, you are pretty much just left with hot dogs, and at last year’s price of $4 per dog, you’d have to eat 6 1/4 hot dogs just to earn your money back.

In other, terrible news, the top deck seats at Dodger Stadium, have almost doubled in price to $10.  Sure, last years price of $6 was just about the cheapest in the entire major leagues, but deservedly so, as those seats are some of the farthest away from the field of any I have ever seen.  When you are up there the players look like busted pixels and you live in constant fear of being run over by the Goodyear blimp.