Sanjayamania Pales In Comparison to the Dodgers
The Dodger’s 2-1 victory over the Rockies Tuesday night was a marked improvement over Monday’s game. I missed the first inning and didn’t get to see Hammster (Nomar Garciaparra) hit a single to drive in My Boyfriend, but Brett Tomko pitched one hell of a game for his first outing of the season. He toyed with the Rockies’ hitters to strike out nine, allowing one hit and no runs. He should have had the victory right?
Oh no. Chad Billingsley came into the game in the seventh inning. When I saw him warming up in the sixth inning I remembered his outing in the rubber game of the Giant’s series when he gave up three runs in the seventh and eighth innings. I groaned knowing that this wasn’t a good sign.
I was right. He promptly gave up a run when Rockies’ catcher Yorvit Torrealba hit a double to centerfield scoring in Brad Hawpe. Thankfully My Boyfriend hit a sacrifice fly to leftfield in the bottom of the eighth allowing Wilson Betemit to score the winning run. What should have been a win for Tomko ended up being a win for the drunken Joe Beimel.
On the optimistic side with respect to our outfield, The Useless One (Juan Pierre) actually plunked two hits. If both Useless and Viejito can produce some offense I might be able to forgive them a little for their deplorable defense. Maybe.
The crowd was better this night that they were Monday afternoon. Maybe the heat bogged down the crowd on Monday, but Tuesday’s crowd was much livelier despite having 16,000 less people. Those rally towels (aka my post-masturbatory cleanup rag) must have really enthused the crowd. Though I must admit when everyone was waving the towels, it was like a hive of bees on Animal Planet in the middle of the summer. The cold air kept circulating making it almost unbearable.
So far my prediction of two of three in this series is holding form which is why I didn't panic after the loss on Monday. I’ll be there to root them on Wednesday night and then I’ll take a little rest from going to games. Right now 5-3 ain't bad.