By Joe Pohoryles
Unfortunately, the blog has been pretty inactive in recent months, and a big reason why is my summer internship reporting for the California Collegiate League’s Arroyo Seco Saints in Pasadena.
Living and working in Los Angeles these past couple months was an incredible experience and I am grateful for the opportunity. With all the people I met, places I’ve visited and experience I gained, it’s a summer I’ll always remember.
Cliches aside, it was a great summer, and reflecting on it, I thought there would be no better way to sum up my thoughts than through the lyrics of Miley Cyrus’ 2009 hit song “Party in the USA”:
I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan
I don’t own a cardigan, but I did pack a grand total of three hoodies and zero pairs of pants. It’s Pasadena in the summer: It never dips below 60 degrees, even at night. It’s shorts all day, every day.
I did indeed land in LAX, and I suppose if you want to be sappy, I did have “a dream” as well.
Welcome to the land of fame excess / Am I gonna fit in?
For years, I couldn’t tell if the lyrics said “fame and sex,” which would have been too edgy for Miley’s Disney era, or “fame and success,” which is redundant phrasing and is too many syllables to fit.
Turns out it was “fame excess,” which ironically was not the case when I was there. Turns out the LA Metro area really is as big as they say it is, and I don’t think I encountered any famous people randomly on the street. If I did, they blended right in with everyone else.
Drake and Michael B. Jordan apparently joined LeBron James at a Sierra Canyon basketball game not too far from my apartment, but I didn’t find out until the next day, otherwise I would have tried to go.
I had the opportunity to interview Dodgers/Angels legend Mike Scioscia, but that was set up at one of the games I worked at, so I wouldn’t count it.
As for fitting in, I think I did just fine. The only time I didn’t think so was during a Fourth of July trip to Huntington Beach with a group of some of the players and a couple interns. Turns out a journalism major doesn’t look as good shirtless on a beach as a bunch of Division I baseball players; who would have guessed?
All jokes aside, the experience wasn’t as intimidating as one would expect. With a staff of mostly interns, I wasn’t the low man on the totem pole fighting for scraps. Instead we all worked together to get our stuff done, and I got plenty of opportunities to work on my craft.
Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time / Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
It’s 2021, not 2009, so naturally I got into an Uber instead. It was indeed my first time in LA, but I don’t know what route Miley took from LAX. The Hollywood sign was not visible at all in my nearly hour-long drive to Pasadena, and even if it was, I would have had to look left, according to Apple Maps.
I did end up seeing the sign on an off-day trip to Hollywood. Meh, it’s letters on a mountain at the end of the day. Cool to see once given its iconic landmark status, but nothing super special. Not sure which sign is glorified more: this one or Boston’s Citgo sign, which I lived directly behind for a full year.
This is all so crazy / Everybody seems so famous
Things did feel crazy at times, having lived on the East Coast my whole life. I also never lived on my own, having to cook for myself before. I got along with my two roommates, Tommy Wortz and Lucas Banks, both fellow interns, really well and we had a great time living together. Even with the occasional craziness, both at home and at the job, I adjusted pretty quickly.
And again, Miley’s really overplaying this famous thing. I guess we didn’t run with the same social circles, but I really didn’t cross paths with anyone super famous.
My tummy’s turnin’ and I’m feeling kind of homesick / Too much pressure and I’m nervous
I never really felt homesick; I was so happy to get out here and get away. I sat at home doing mostly nothing for a full month between the end of school and the start of this internship, so I was itching to get out and get to work.
There were some pressured situations, but nothing beyond hitting deadlines and other work-related things that I’m used to already. Doing postgame on-camera interviews was definitely nerve-wracking at first, but I got more and more comfortable with each one.
That’s when the taxi man turned on the radio / And the Jay-Z song was on (3x)
Didn’t ever turn on the radio in the first Uber from the airport; Tommy, the driver and I mainly discussed the scene in LA, supporting the Lakers vs. Clippers among other things.
Music still played a big part of the trip. I often listened to my Summer playlist in the car or at the beach. (Shout-out to Kevin Cho’s “Breeze.” It’s become my favorite summertime driving song. Check out the music video and stream it from any platform).
I also played a small part in assembling the game day playlist for home games. Tommy, a student at Wisconsin, managed to incorporate Camp Randall-favorite “Jump Around” by House of Pain as the official victory song that would play at the end of every home win. With my sister headed to Madison this fall, the song grows on me more and more every time I hear it.
There were strict anti-rap/anti-explicit language restrictions on the home playlist, so no Jay-Z song ever came on. Instead, “Centerfield” by John Fogerty and “The Cheap Seats” by Alabama will forever haunt my dreams after being hammered into my brain.
Shout-out MLB Academy; they had the best stadium playlist by far. They even played Jay-Z.
So I put my hands up, they’re playing my song / The butterflies fly away
Not much to say here, other than reiterate that “Centerfield” and “The Cheap Seats” are the cheesiest summer baseball songs ever and I hope to never hear them again. So no, they’re not playing my song.
I can also reiterate that I was never super anxious or nervous during this job; it all felt relatively familiar. I had to get more comfortable doing things (see: on-camera work), but never really had any butterflies. That was a pleasant surprise.
I’m noddin’ my head like yeah / Movin’ my hips like yeah
Getting to cover First Team All-CCL Third Baseman Drew Cowley’s three-run walk-off home run on July 8 had my head nodding. In fact, in every on-camera interview I had to internally remind myself to quit nodding my head so much (I often forgot).
Not sure I ever “moved my hips like yeah,” but I did my best to stay in shape at the nearby gym the team and staff had access to through the summer. I at least got to do some hip exercises there.
I got my hands up, they’re playing my song / they know I’m gonna be ok
“This town ain’t big, this town ain’t small. It’s a little of both they say.”
“Hey ump, a blind man could have made that call.”
I know what you’re thinking, and no, these aren’t lines from world-renowned poet, the late great Maya Angelou. These are actually two separate lines from the first verse of “The Cheap Seats” by Alabama. Such a way with words… yeah, again, this is NOT my song.
I am not ok.
Yeah, it’s a party in the U.S.A. (2x)
I worked a lot; between travel on away games and work I had to do pre/post game, I’d be working anywhere from eight to 14 hours a day. Getting to cover this team, interacting with the players and creating quality content all while getting to explore the best parts of Southern California on my off days all confirmed that this is the work I want to do, even if the hours do stack up at times.
It may be a stretch to call this job “a party,” but there really is nothing like the view from the cheap seats.
But for real, f*** “Centerfield” and “The Cheap Seats.”
Cover Photo Credit: Angela Martinez/Arroyo Seco Saints Baseball

