The view from the top row of the Top Deck.
So, I went to the game last night. The bathrooms are cleaner and brighter, and they don’t sing “God Bless America” in the 7th-inning stretch. BUT my boycott still stands. I got the ticket for free (got a Sandy Koufax bobblehead, even), I walked to the park (super hot, almost passed out), and I didn’t buy any food or drink (brought my own water and helped my husband with his rabbit food). Net number of my dollars in their pockets: 0. (In fact, I came out ahead, moneywise, because I got a free lemonade for signing up as a designated driver.)
Let me tell you, that game was certainly worth the price of the ticket.
It’s official: The Dodgers are on fire! They beat the Phillies, 6-4, and won their sixth in a row.
To regain the lead after losing it to Zach Greinke’s generosity in the hit department (he gave up 12) and to hang onto it during serious late-inning threats, that’s a real team, with real superstar players, and real potential to win the division. This is the “Whole New Blue” they’ve been talking about all season. I have to admit, I’m excited.
Especially impressive was my first live view of the spectacular Yasiel Puig. Oh my goodness, that guy is amazing. I saw it at the game when he hit an 0-2 pitch sharply into left field for the tying and go-ahead runs. But ironically, I didn’t fully appreciate his talent until I got home and watched the broadcast of the game. At the plate, after swinging at two low-and-outside sliders (just what opponents have decided is his Achilles heel), the kid shot this look at the pitcher:
That look to me says, “You think you got me, but, uh-uh, I got you, sucker!”
My score sheets.
I’m impressed.
Then, Matt Kemp picks the Phillies’ pockets twice, easily stealing second and third, and comes home on a routine pop fly by A.J. Ellis, giving the Dodgers an insurance run and making the crowd go wild. It was quite a night. I even kept score.
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