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Sanjayamania Pales In Comparison to the Dodgers

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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.

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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.

Other Notes

After hearing about the horrific parking situation during the home opener, I decided to give it a try for Tuesday's game. I have to admit it wasn't bad at all. It was actually an improvement from last year. Granted there were only 40,560 tickets sold to the game, but it took me only 2 minutes from getting in the car to exiting the gate. I'm going to assume that the horrific traffic conditions for Monday's game was just an aberration.

Now this particular Dodger-ist is quite tired. I've had a lot on my plate, and going to the Dodger's games is quite taxing. Monday, after I put in a half-day at the job, I went to the bank to get a cashier's check, went home to pick up the tickets, walked to the stadium, got home and went to sign the lease for my new apartment. By the time I was done it was 7:30, and I had yet to eat that day.

For Tuesday's game, I had barely enough time to go to Subway on my way home from work and munch down half of a foot-long Subway club before it was time to head off to the game. I'm just pooped and can't wait for Thursday when I can finally do laundry that's very overdue. So if you're sitting next to a Stinky McStink out in the right field box seats for Wednesday's game, it's probably me.

Home Opener Notes

I learned quite a lot on Monday.

1. FTP stands for F--- that puta.

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2. Some people pay their maids with $60 worth of weed.

3. I will miss living right next to the stadium. Walking for 30-40 minutes to get home is much more enjoyable knowing that some people sat in the parking lot for 2 hours. I will sorely miss this place when I move out next month.

4. Keeping score while at the game makes me a boring spectator. I will not be doing that again in the near future.

5. When the biggest story of a home opener is the parking nightmare, that's pretty sad.

AP Photo by Kevork Djansezian