What an August our Boys in Blue have had! 23 wins, just 4 losses! Holy cow!

The thing I love is that they really seem to be having a great time. Their camaraderie is palpable, whether it’s every double being celebrated with hands in the air and shaking those hips (they call it The Freddie), or the choreographed handshake that follows home runs, of which we’ve had a few.

It may be a coincidence, but it seems to have started when we reclaimed Kiké Hernández from the Red Sox at the end of July. He’s always been a firecracker, and his energy has infiltrated every corner of the Dodgers clubhouse. Even Miguel Rojas’ DayGlo green shoes! I always liked Kiké, even though I wouldn’t wear his T-shirt after he was sent to Boston. He wasn’t a Dodger anymore. But now he’s been reinstated and my blue #14 Hernández shirt is back in the lineup.

Anyway, Stephen and I went to the game last night (Aug. 29). The Dodgers creamed the D’backs, 9-1. Clayton Kershaw pitched 5 innings, but he wasn’t looking like himself. He walked 3, and had at least 5 full counts. Strikes only barely outnumbered balls. Still, even in a poor showing, Kersh is Kersh. He only gave up 1 run and 3 hits, and he notched his 12th win of the season and the 209th of his career. (He has tied Don Drysdale’s record, second only to Don Sutton’s 233.)

Tuesday was Chris Taylor Bobblehead Night, and he went 3-for-3 with a walk. It was the best showing by a Dodger on his bobblehead night since Manny Ramirez.

It was also Taco Tuesday and Cal State LA Day (Yay, Golden Eagles!), AND the World Champion El Segundo Little Leaguers were honored before the game. Unfortunately, there weren’t a whole hell of a lot of fans there to cheer any of those things. I don’t get it. Both games since this homestand started have been very sparsely attended. Maybe it’s the heat. It can’t be the Dodgers. They are on fucking fire!