Tonight's game was a hell of a lot of fun, even though it was cold and windy and we were getting dive-bombed by hummingbird-sized moths. Both pitchers (Lowe and Cain) pitched five shutout innings before giving up a few runs. Lowe took a comebacker to the lower leg to make way for Joe Beimel to come in and allow two runners to score. Troncoso make his ML debut with the bases loaded and one out in the seventh, and while the fans were muttering "what a way to start off your career, good luck rookie," Troncoso got the Giants to ground into a double play to end the top half of the seventh. This is when it got good, as we sang Take Me Out to the Ballgame and then Blake DeHott DeWitt hits a single, Mark Sweeney gets a single, Chin Lung Hu pinch runs for Sweeney, and then DeWitt and Hu pull off the double steal (career first SB for both of them). Rafi comes up to bat (I have a new love for Rafi, by the way. I was watching him in the dugout and the dude is hilarious) and tries to turn his two-RBI single into a double and gets picked off, though he ties the game. After Saito strikes out the side all Gagne-like, the Dodgers come up in the bottom of the ninth. Rafi gets a single, my fiance Russell Martin walks, and then Delwyn Young comes up to pinch hit. In an awesome showing of hitting and baserunning, Young hits in Rafi with a close play at the plate, and the Dodgers win it in the bottom of the 9th. Goddamn I love baseball.
Let's not forget third base coach Larry Bowa getting tossed from the game for who knows what (no one told us), so he started charging at the umpire like Speedy Gonzalez on a treadmill, moving at hyper speed but going nowhere fast. He got so angry that he went into the dugout and flipped over the water cooler into an equipment bag, flooding the dugout and keeping everyone up on the steps for the remainder of the game.
Okay once again, the lens is still in the shop so you can all thank Nikon for babysitting it for the last six weeks and leaving you with these mediocre photos. I'm doing my best. Maybe someone can get me better seats (hint, hint) so I can take better photos for you. Or not.




First - it's great to see a GIRL posting about baseball. All the times I call into the radio shows after the game it's just boys going on an on about Juan "the Error" Pierre. Who - I don't think is a bad player at all....
Second - that's night's game rocked. Beating the Giants is one thing, but the pitching was spectacular! Our rookies are just so exciting to watch. Trancoso gets put into the game at the worst times (remember his first pitch at Dodger Stadium was against Manny Ramirez), and does he freak out? Nope...just finishes the side and brings the boys in.
Fielding - except for the miss by Jones, it was like the ball had magnetic powers to travel from Rafe to Loney to Kent (and later Hu). Double Downs ain't just for Black Jack!
But, at the end of it all, it was the aggressive offense. I've been watching DeWitt for most of the preseason, and the stars aligned. LaRoche and Abreu better hurry up and get better, and then hit a nice streak when they do make it back to the field. Because - Torre's seeing DeWitt improve at the plate every game. His work at 3rd has been (knock on wood) spot on.
I've been saying it since spring training started. Kent and Rafe control the infield, and the kids are improving every...single...game. MELK (Martin, Ethier, Loney, and Kemp) have shown us they can be a dominating force. And, now Proctor, Hu, DeWitt, and Trancoso have shown us our farm team wasn't just a fluke.
Somewhere on a beautiful golf course - Grady Little is smiling down at a 9-iron.
Get out the brooms! Someone's gonna sweep in the Ravine tonight!
P.S.: I Called Russell First. I did that as soon as I found out that Ethier was married. Just check with my boyfriend. ;-)
P.P.S: And, what about Saito! OMG - makes 'em swing, foul the ball, and he gets to keep his pitch count low.
It was just a great game.
Here, here! Dodger fans against beach balls!
Great write-up, btw.
If you really need to have a beach ball at the game to play with, then maybe you should drag your five year old pathetic self to the park and play and stop pissing people off with your lack of maturity.
Great essay, Mal!