Baby Zach sliding home. This has nothing to do with anything, I just thought it was cute.
So we pick up half a game without even playing yesterday. As we head to Denver, we are only 3½ games behind Arizona. Wow! Who woulda thunk it?
My husband is going through past years of L.A. Times Sports sections to find photos from which to create his baseball haiku paintings, and he keeps reminding me of all the players we had at one time or another. Remember Ronnie Belliard? How about Juan Rivera? Olmedo Saenz, Vicente Padilla, Brad Ausmus? I always really liked the two Blakes, Casey and De Witt. And who could ever forget Man-Ram, certainly not the man-crush smitten T.J. Simers?
I think the guys we have now are, with a few exceptions, really great. Solid, hard-working players with no egomaniacal histrionics, at least as far as the fans know. I loved seeing Matt Kemp teasing Yasiel Puig after the game Sunday. He and Andre Ethier, after the outfield’s victorious triple chest bump, pushed Puig away playfully, and they all looked like frolicking puppies. It is getting fun to root for them now that they seem to be gelling as a team.
So there is only one thing left to say: GO DODGERS!
Piewalla's Dodger Blues 