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Noah Syndergaard on the mound in St. Louis on May 20.

Today we start a three-game holiday weekend series in Tampa Bay. The Rays, in the American League East, have the very best record in all of baseball (37-15, .712). We have the best record in a meager National League West (31-20, .608).

They are 7 games ahead of the New York Yankees. We are 1.5 games ahead of the Arizona Diamondbacks. (To be fair, the D’backs have a slightly better record than the Yanks.)

I fret for our chances today, but I have faith in the Boys in Blue. They have proven hard to count out, even when faced with a seemingly insurmountable deficit. Our starter, Noah Syndergaard, is 1-3 with a 5.88 ERA, which isn’t great. But their starter, Jalen Beeks, is 1-2 with a 4.68 ERA. So they’re rather evenly matched, statistics-wise.

The last time I wrote was on Mothers’ Day (Sunday, May 14). I was so happy, and the Dodgers did not let me down. The Cat Man, Tony Gonsolin, pitched the boys to a shutout victory over the Padres, 4-0.

The next day (Monday, May 15) was Mookie Betts Bobblehead Night, and Stephen and I both went. It started out great for our team: we took a 5-2 lead into the 5th inning with Syndergaard on the mound. He had to leave then — I think his finger hurt — and gradually, the relievers called in to finish for him allowed the Twins to catch up. By the end of the 9th, it was 7-7, and we were headed for extra innings.

This is the time Stephen usually heads for the hills. But this game was so much fun that he decided to see it through. I was taking score, so there was no question about whether I would stay.

In the 10th, with that ridiculous rule that starts extra innings with a runner on 2nd, Phil Bickford loads the bases and walks in the go-ahead run! Minnesota took an 8-7 lead. (Now I’m sure Stephen will go home. He gives up easily. But no. He’s in it ’til the end.)

Lucky for us, their late reliever was just as shitty as Bickford, and he gives up an RBI single to J.D. Martinez (who had been 0-for-4 that night). We tie it up again, and on to the 11th (no scoring) and then to the 12th. Mind you, Bickford is still pitching for us. I suppose we had no other options, but also he settled down a great deal.

In the top of the 12th, with 2 outs, Bickford walks a guy. Two men on and 2 outs and Bickford gets Alex Kiriloff to fly out. It was very exciting! (Also, I had no more room on my scorecard after the 10th, so I’m just watching, cheering and whistling by this point.)

In the bottom of the 12th, as the 4-hour mark approached, Chris Taylor starts the inning on 2nd, and Mookie pops out (going 0-for-5 on his bobblehead night). Then the Twins intentionally walk Freddie Freeman, I guess to set up a double play. As Will Smith strikes out, Taylor and Freeman pull a double steal! Un-fucking-believable! So with 2 outs and two men in scoring position, Minnesota intentionally walks Max Muncy, loading the bases for .125-hitting Trayce Thompson (who had pinch-run for Martinez earlier in the game).

Thompson sees a ball, then fouls one off, then watches a sinker go right over the plate. The count 1-2, he watches the next three balls go over the plate with the patience of a saint, and he pulls off a walk-off walk. The Dodgers win 9-8, and the 20,000 or so left in the stadium go apeshit! Thompson valiantly fought off attempts to strip him of his jersey, but his teammates still made him aware how much they appreciated it!

PS: When I got home from this marathon baseball game, I re-created my scorekeeping on a 12-inning card. I present the final product:

NOTE: From now on, I’m going to be providing links to box scores only of games I talk about specifically. Where the end result is mentioned, that is a link to the box score of that game.

My fellow Aries, Andre Ethier, celebrates today (April 10)!

Are this year’s Dodgers really doomed to go up and down constantly throughout the season until they wind up in the middle of the pack watching the Diamondbacks or Padres go to the playoffs? Can that really be the case?

I messed up the other day when I talked about how great our starting pitching is. (Jinx much, Pam?) I knocked on wood and everything! So now there’s no stopping hitters from all the other teams just trouncing us mercilessly, I guess.

We started off well Thursday (April 6) with a 5-2 win over the D’backs in Arizona. BOX SCORE I only kind of half-watched it around the latest episode of “Ted Lasso.” But Dustin May had another quality start, so that’s the only bright light in an otherwise dismal series in Phoenix.

On Friday (April 7), they nipped us, 6-3, with Clayton Kershaw not having his best appearance on the mound. But we were still in a one-run game until reliever Yency Almonte gave them an extra two runs in the bottom of the 8th. BOX SCORE

My hunch is that Kersh isn’t adjusting to the dreaded pitch clock well. He has a very deliberate and calculating delivery. It takes him a few moments to aim his slider just right. He likes to take a little stroll around the mound after stunning a batter with a delicious eephus. He’s also one of the best guys to pick off players at first that has ever played the game. So this rushed pressure of counting down the seconds is really (pardonnez mon français) FUCKED! It takes all the beauty and artful consideration out of pitching. Now it’s just hurl it and hope for the best, hurl it and hope for the best! (Plus, with all the talk of bigger bases and only two throws to first allowed, I have only seen one attempt at a stolen base this whole season! You’re destroying the most beautiful game, MLB assholes!)

My birthday (April 8) saw a wild one! Thor (Noah Syndergaard) pitched about as well as Chris Hemsworth would have. Staked to a 4-0 lead in the first, he wasn’t throwing lightning bolts, that’s for sure. Arizona took him for 8 hits and 6 earned runs in four innings. We ended up losing, 12-8. BOX SCORE

And then on Sunday (April 9), the Snakes sealed the series win with an 11-6 drubbing. Michael Grove gave up 9 runs on 9 hits in the first 3.1 innings. Yikes! BOX SCORE

Can we right the ship? Is that awful timebomb of a pitch clock going to destroy America’s Pastime altogether? We have 152 more Dodger games to go. We’ll see.

win-for-vin

Would you believe a home run? The Dodgers have clinched the division and will celebrate on schedule.

Vin Scully, like many of us in the stadium yesterday, had been watching the other game (Giants 3, Padres 4 in the top of the 9th) as Dodger second-baseman Charlie Culberson came to the plate. There were two outs, and his team was tied with the Rockies 3-3 in the bottom of the 10th. We were bracing to go to the 11th and to clinch the National League West championship via San Francisco’s demise.

“Culberson doesn’t have any homers,” my husband lamented. “It’s time for him to get his first.”

BAM! Vin Scully got to report one last miracle in Chavez Ravine before hanging up his microphone and heading home.

For me, it was better than Kirk Gibson’s home run simply because I was there to see it with my own eyes.

I’ve witnessed many amazing moments at Dodger Stadium — Fernando’s no-hitter, Manny’s bobblehead slam, Steve Finley’s clinching homer — but they came mostly from players who were well-known to be capable of such big contributions.

No one expected anything like this from Culberson, who practically danced from third to his waiting teammates at home plate. It was a beautiful, joyful and totally surprising turn of events.

When Kershaw was injured, a postseason berth looked like a lost cause. Luckily, this scrappy team didn’t see what so many of the rest of us saw.

To a man, they came through when needed. The unlikeliest of heroes emerged game after game. With the steady leadership of manager Dave Roberts, the veterans — Adrián González, Chase Utley, Howie Kendrick and A.J. Ellis (now gone but never forgotten) — and the rest of a roster made from spare parts came together to make history.

This is a team in the truest sense of the word.