Shortstop Hanley Ramirez roars his mightiest after scoring the walk-off winning run.

It didn’t look good after blunders in the top of the ninth tied the game at 3. I bet the whole outfield and Kenley Jansen were feeling more heat than even the sweltering temperatures warranted. But for some reason, I was sure we were going to score in the bottom of the inning. I just had a feeling that it would be all right.

Catcher A.J. Ellis is hoisted aloft by right-fielder Yasiel Puig after hitting the walk-off RBI single that made fans forget Puig’s ninth-inning error.

And it was! Hanley Ramirez singled on the first pitch off Phillies reliever Justin De Fratus, and a couple batters later, A.J. Ellis did his usual schtick of seeing many pitches and then slamming one down the line into right field. It was a beautiful thing. And outfielders Andre Ethier, Matt Kemp and Yasiel Puig led the assault on the hero after he made their ninth-inning miscues meaningless.

So with that 4-3 win over the Phillies, the Dodgers move to only five games out of first place. A week earlier, it was 9½, so they have made up considerable ground by playing like the team they should have been from the start.

Let’s keep it up, guys!

Utilityman Skip Schumaker didn’t allow any runs or give up any hits in his inning of “relief.”

Massacres abounded yesterday, with the Phillies creaming the Blue Crew, 16-1, and more layoffs at the Los Angeles Times, where I used to work. It was ugly.

At the Ravine, it was the worst home defeat since the Dodgers played at Ebbets Field. Yeah, that bad. It was so abysmal, Mattingly used utility player Skip Schumaker as pitcher in the ninth. (He did better than Brandon League, by the way.)

Over on Spring Street, the dimwits in charge of the Los Angeles Times (specifically Davan Maharaj, one of the biggest idiots I have ever met, and Marc Duvoisin, who may be an alien) sent a memo around to staff speaking of a “modest staff reduction.” Let me tell you, it is not “modest” when you’re the one having your entire life turned on its head. But those two imbeciles in charge are too stupid to realize how insensitive their language can be. Not only that, but in the same breath, they announced they’re hiring new employees to revamp the website. It makes me want to puke.

So, let’s just forget about Friday, okay? Let’s think of something good, like the fact that one of our Dodger broadcasters was elected to the National Radio Hall of Fame. Oh wait, it was Charley Steiner, who in the wrap-up of yesterday’s game said, “So the Giants scored 16 runs, 21 hits …” I swear it’s true.

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.