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Shortstop Mookie Betts celebrates a game-tying home run that also happened to be his 1,500th career hit. He’s on fire right now!

The Dodgers this year are such a good team. The contributions come in all forms: come-from-behind bombs by Mookie Betts, sturdy singles from Freddie Freeman, reliable relief from Evan Phillips or spectacular defense by Kiké Hernàndez. Last night, we got to see all those in one game, even though we had no starting pitcher.

As is his wont, Mookie reached base in the 1st with a bloop single that dropped right in the middle of the Giants’ infield and outfield. Two batters later, Freeman knocked him in with one of those solid base hits to right field. Dodgers draw first blood, 1-0.

Next inning, our second of five pitchers, Ryan Yarbrough, started his 4.1-inning stint by giving up a double to Wilmer Flores, who would go on to score on a base hit by Nick Ahmed. Giants tie it up, 1-1.

Yarbrough began the next inning by dealing another double, this time to Matt Chapman, who later came home on a single by Michael Conforto. The Giants take the lead, 2-1.

In the bottom of the 3rd, Kiké flied out to center field, and then Mookie — the Mini-Monster — stroked his 1,500th career hit into the Left Field Pavilion, tying it up, 2-2.

Well, just as the first 3 innings belonged to the top of our order, the 4th was all about the bottom. Max Muncy doubled a screamer down the first-base line and Téoscar Hernàndez walked, setting up James Outman to be a hero. Unfortunately, Giants first baseman Flores had other ideas. He snagged a line drive that would surely have been at least a two-run double, and Outman licked his wounds all the way back to the dugout. But! Gavin Lux — whose bat has been dismally silent since he came back after taking last year off for injuries — came through with a double to center that was surely spurred by his anger over two very unfair strike calls he had just received from the home-plate ump. He scored what would prove to be the winning run on a single by Kiké.

In the 6th, Yarbrough started pooping out. He left the game after giving up a homer and two base hits, bringing the Giants to the brink of taking the lead. With the tying run on first, the bulldog Alex Vesia came in to shut the threat down. Dodgers 5, Giants 4. That’s how it stayed. Although Phillips put the tying run on base again with two outs in the 9th, he then struck out Chapman on three pitches to secure his third save of the year so far.

So, we’re atop the standings in the NL West, and we have already won the series from the Giants. Tonight, it’s hooded sweatshirts for everybody!

MY SCORECARDS
Game 8: LAD 5-SF 4

Chris Taylor opens the doors to a victory on Sunday.

Believe it or not, the Dodgers just won all three games from those dastardly St. Louis Cardinals!

I was at all three games, and we climbed to 16-13, our best record this season. Not only that, but we’re now tied for 1st with the D’Backs!

I had so much fun at all the games. Friday (April 28), Stephen and I held our breath as Dustin May started out a little shaky, giving up two runs right off the bat. But he settled down, and miraculously, our bats came alive. We pulled out a 7-3 victory despite another shaky showing by reliever Alex Vesia. He walked the first guy in the top of the 9th, then gave up two singles before closing it out with the tying run at the plate. Phew! BOX SCORE

I took score Saturday (April 29), while the wonderful Clayton Kershaw pitched perfectly into the 5th inning. It was so funny. My neighbor season ticket holder (Liz) and I were dead silent as Kersh struck people out, induced ground outs and fly balls, and made one outstanding play on a come-backer where he hurled it like a laser-guided missile to Freddie Freeman on 1st base. All around us, it seemed like no one else was even paying attention. Steve was completely engrossed in a loud and lively discussion with our other STH neighbor (Jen) and her friend, and there was a pack of feral hipsters in front of us being as obnoxious as they possible could. I swear not one of them looked at the field throughout the game. Liz and I were silently hoping history would be made, but with one out in the 5th, Cardinal Dylan Carlson slammed it into centerfield. There goes the perfect game!

But Kershaw ended up with his 5th win of the season, 9 Ks, and he gave up just two hits through 7 shutout innings. We only scored one run, so it was a nail biter all the way, but the game was the fastest I can ever remember witnessing in person. Just 2 hours 14 minutes. And we came away with a 1-0 win. BOX SCORE

The coup de grâce was Sunday’s game (April 30). A very generous friend at the last minute gave me his Dugout Club seats, and we watched a great, sweeping 6-3 win from just behind the Visitors’ Dugout. It was so amazing! Great view, great food, great service, the absolute best way to pretend you’re rich and/or famous. Also Noah Syndergaard got his first win as a Dodger! BOX SCORE

A funny thing happened on the way to the Ladies’ Room afterwards. I noticed a Cards fan (full red regalia) and her husband, who not surprisingly was wearing a T-shirt praising a former president I prefer not to name. (Well, I usually just call him FUCKFACE, but mostly I try to pretend he doesn’t exist.) She entered the bathroom right behind me, and as I was washing my hands, she said, “Excuse me, I just want to say,” and I’m bracing myself, “you have a really amazing whistle. I always wanted to whistle like that!” I’m embarrassed, and I’m struck by her graciousness when she follows it up with, “Congratulations on your win!” Turns out she’s originally from St. Louis, but she lives here now, “because L.A. has the best weather.” She was sweet and thoughtful, and I felt a little ashamed about how I prejudged her. (Her T-shirt wearing husband, on the other hand, not so much.)

Stephen, Richard and Debora (from L) in our bitchen seats!

A funny thing happened on the way to the Ladies’ Room afterwards. I noticed a Cards fan (full red regalia) and her husband, who not surprisingly was wearing a T-shirt praising a former president I prefer not to name. (Well, I usually just call him FUCKFACE, but mostly I try to pretend he doesn’t exist.) She entered the bathroom right behind me, and as I was washing my hands, she said, “Excuse me, I just want to say,” and I’m bracing myself, “you have a really amazing whistle. I always wanted to whistle like that!” I’m embarrassed, and I’m struck by her graciousness when she follows it up with, “Congratulations on your win!” Turns out she’s originally from St. Louis, but she lives here now, “because L.A. has the best weather.” She was sweet and thoughtful, and I felt a little ashamed about how I had prejudged her. (Her T-shirt wearing husband, on the other hand, I find it harder to abide.)

Anyway, I was happily reminded that people are people, with good parts and bad, no matter what team they root for.