Heavens to Murgatroid
To use it in a sentence: The Dodger's offense in Thursday night's 4-2 loss against the Giants was picayune.
It's taken over 19 hours for the bad taste of the game to leave my mouth. Hell, I've even had to use a dictionary to describe it other than "fucking pathetic".
Where do I start?
Let's try the 11 hits, all of which were singles except for Andre Ethier's double in the seventh inning, that batted in zero runs. The two runs were scored on a bases-loaded walk and a bases-loaded ground out by Luis Gonzalez in the ninth inning.
How about the 13 runners left on base seven of which were in scoring position?
How about Brett Tomko's 43-pitch first inning in which the Giants batted around the lineup?
How about Grady Little mismanaging the team yet again and putting in rally-killer Olmedo Saenz as a pinch hitter with the bases loaded?
Last night the Dodgers made the last place Giants look like a juggernaut. And just writing about this right now is raising my blood pressure.
I hope the Dodgers will have a better series against the D-Backs this weekend. I hope the Dodgers find their identity, because right now it's getting really tiring to repeat the same "bad pitching, bad offense" song.
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