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This is a screenshot of my fella and me at the game Tuesday (Sept. 10). We never get on Dodgervision. (I think the cameras can’t reach as high as the top row of the Top Deck.) So this is the closest we get to reveling in our fandom.

I only have five more regular home games to enjoy as a Season Ticket Holder. I’m planning to get the most out of them.

Wednesday (Sept. 11), it was Max Muncy Bobblehead Night, and the third baseman delivered a booming homer in the first inning! It was the 4th round-tripper and the 5th run of that opening frame, and it seemed like the Dodgers had it made. Pitcher Bobby Miller’s sloppiness — giving up 2 runs with 2 outs — in the top of the inning didn’t matter anymore. We were ahead of the Cubs, 5-2, to begin the evening.

Two innings later (third inning and third at-bat), designated hitter Shohei Ohtani singled in 2 more runs. The Dodgers had a 7-3 lead without breaking a sweat.

Unfortunately, the Blue Crew has become somewhat adept at blowing big leads this year. And that’s exactly what happened in the fifth when Miller imploded, serving up a single, a walk and a 3-run homer to former Dodger Cody Bellinger, now Chicago’s right fielder. Reliever Daniel Hudson compounded the problem by walking the first two batters he faced and then dealing a run-scoring single to make it 7-7.

The next three innings, our bullpen made it seem like we actually have a good pitching staff. Blake Treinen, Alex Vesia and Evan Phillips retired 10 batters, with just one little walk by Vesia to spoil the perfect performances. In the meantime, we had scored 3 more runs, capped by center-fielder Tommy Edman‘s 2nd HR of the night (4th in 2 games!), making it 10-7.

Cue the fright-factor! Craig Kimbrel lookalike (not a good thing) Michael Kopech came out to close, accompanied by some god-awful country dirge music (like we’re supposed to think he’s tough and drives a truck because the bass line is so heavy). Kopech proceeds to pitch like Kimbrel, too, walking the first 3 batters to load the bases and bring the go-ahead run to the plate.

OMG! This cannot possibly be happening! Not again!

OK. It didn’t.

After the guy on 3rd comes in on a sac-fly, Dodger catcher Will Smith threw out Seiya Suzuki at 3rd on a double-steal attempt, and then Kopech managed to strike out the final batter, former Dodger Michael Busch.

That was a nail-biter, let me tell you.

MY SCORECARDS
GAME 146: Dodgers 10-Chicago 8

SIDE NOTE: I prematurely celebrated the enlightenment of the Right Field scoreboard operator. The idiot who doesn’t know that the 4th ball of a walk is not a strike must have been on vacation the past couple of weeks. He (or she) is back with a vengeance! Last night, when Kopech walked the first Cub batting in the 9th inning, the pitch count read, “STRIKES 1 – BALLS 3.” I kid you not! Where is Jim Bouton when you need him?

I miss real extra-inning games, god damn it!

I know I can’t be the only person to cherish my memories of Oct. 26 (& 27), 2018. I got to Dodger Stadium 3 hours early, waited for Game 3 of the Red Sox-Dodgers World Series to begin at 5:10 p.m., watched nearly 8 hours of baseball (that alone is glorious in the extreme), until Max Muncy hit a walk-off homer to break a 2-2 tie in the 18th inning!

It was after 1 a.m., and I walked home on Cloud Nine with Randy Newman ringing in my ears.

It’s not likely I would ever get a chance to experience the utter joy of that long trip to the ballpark a second time in my life. But knowing that MLB has sucked the life out of the game to the point that it isn’t even a vague possibility just breaks my heart.

Someone (I think it was my husband, who left that historic game in the 10th inning to get his beauty sleep) posted this cartoon on my FB page. It made me so nostalgic for real baseball, I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes.

Sure, I’ll watch in my Top Deck season seats, I’ll take score and buy hot dogs and listen to away games on the radio, but I know there are special radiant moments that can never happen again, like Clayton Kershaw hitting a home run and pitching a complete-game shutout on Opening Day; like Marlin Miguel Cabrera spoiling an intentional walk by knocking a limp pitch into centerfield to score the go-ahead run; and like singing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” after the top of the 14th inning in a game that seems like it will never end.

I still love baseball, but it’s not as resplendent as it once was, and it’s just weird that it’s by design.

Fireworks have mostly been replaced by drone shows, so the crowd was ecstatic to see and hear the old-fashioned, ecologically insensitive aerial explosions, especially after an 11th-inning walkoff!

I love extra innings, but I ABSOLUTELY HATE the “designated runner” rule. It’s so stupid, probably the worst thing that has happened to baseball in the past 100 years! It ruins the experience of wondering when a game could possibly end, and getting an extra “7th-inning stretch.”

I was at that 18-inning World Series game when Max Muncy broke a 2-2 tie with a walkoff homer. That night was something I will never forget. I walked home down a packed Sunset Boulevard with exuberant Dodger fans and sullen Red Sox fans. I made it to a bar just before last call and got home about 2 a.m. It was glorious! (This after getting to the stadium as soon as the gates opened at 4:10.)

A game like that can never ever happen again, unless Major League Baseball comes to its senses and rescinds that stupid-ass rule.

So, last night, we got a couple extra innings, and it was great fun! A good start for Gavin Stone. A perfect inning from reliever Joe Kelly. And a walkoff single by newcomer Andy Pages that scored gimme runner Will Smith. Pages also accounted for four of the Dodgers’ nine hits!

But it wasn’t magical … it wasn’t a night to remember forever!

MY SCORECARDS
GAME 34: Dodgers 4-Braves 3 (11 innings)