i have to wear angels apparel to a dodger game this month. because i lost a drinking bet. in which i tried to cheat. because not-so-deep down i knew i would lose if i didn’t. but i still lost.
kuroda! ethier!!!! kent!!!
i didn’t get to watch the entire game, only innings 8 and 9. in fact, i haven’t been able to catch a lot of this week’s games, which makes me feel incomplete as a person. i’m already an anxious mess on off days (“i can’t wait for tomorrow’s GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!”) so you can imagine how inconsolable i get when there IS a game and i can’t watch it.
po’ kershaw. you are so young. and large. and texan. but! i see a killer comeback in your future!
i barely caught yesterday’s game so i have little to say about it. except, poor juan pierre. dude works his skinny, base-stealing butt off and, from what i’ve seen (which is all post-injury laden dodgers), doesn’t deserve all the criticism he gets on blogs and forums.
with him out, the lineup is all screwy. right? young, kemp, and ethier in outfield? with maza as emergency backup or whatever?
first, young isn’t that great in the outfield. he’s like alright. and the thought of maza anywhere anytime makes me nervous.
and leadoff hitter? who now? blahhhb!
tonight’s game was all kinds of crazy.
with a single unearned run?
against a team that’s at the top of their division?
that pitched a no-hitter?
their no-hitter was deemed unofficial?
we shut them out last night too?
we won the series?
nerve-wracking. awesome. historical.