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Roberto at the Gold Glove Bar makes a mean Manhattan!

I spent the past two evenings at Dodger Stadium, with two very different outcomes.

Monday, my hubby’s birthday, we watched the game from a friend’s front-row Loge seats, and the Dodgers didn’t disappoint. But before the game, I persuaded my husband to come to the Gold Glove Bar with me for drinks and a pregame snack. We had Manhattans made by everybody’s favorite bartender, Roberto.

On our way up to our seats, we stood in camera range while Nomar Garciaparra, Jerry Hairston Jr. & John Hartung did the pregame show. We also toured Centerfield Plaza. It was Hawaiian Shirt Night, so there were a lot of people wearing blue-and-white Aloha-style Dodger shirts. (It was a special-ticket package, so we didn’t get one, although some dude offered to sell us his … for $500!)

Then there was the game, which boiled down to just one inning, in the long run.

In the bottom of the 3rd — with the D’Backs ahead, 1-0 — Kiké Hernández led off with a solo home run. Then Miguel Rojas and Mookie Betts each singled and Shohei Ohtani walked to load the bases with nobody out! Up to the plate steps Freddie Freeman. On a 2-1 count, he slams it over the fence just right of centerfield. It was so beautiful! Happy Birthday, Steve!

My view of the moment that won the game.

Will Smith capped the inning off with another solo dinger, and then the Dodgers managed to hold onto the lead through the rest of the game, finished ahead, 6-4.

GAME 50: Dodgers 6-Diamondbacks 4

Side note: Channeling the L.A. Blue Bum, I wrote a haiku to celebrate Steve’s birthday, which they (sort of) put on the left-field board after the 5th inning. It said, “Who woulda thunk it? Seemayer is 70 … Go Dodgers!” The last line was edited from a 5-syllable phrase that I wasn’t sure they’d use in the first place, but I had to try.

Now, last night was a completely different story. Our bats were dead, our pitching was not up to par, and when Joc Pederson put the nail in our coffin with a 3-run homer in the 7th inning, Steve got up and left. I stayed because I was keeping score, and I always hope until the last out that we will pull off a miracle. I’ve seen it happen, so I know it can be done.

GAME 51: Diamondbacks 7-Dodgers 3
MY SCORECARDS

The bobbleheads were the only things to get excited about at the Ravine last night.

So my Dodgers rep calls me yesterday to warn me that if I didn’t get to the stadium for Early Entry (4:10 p.m.) I might not get the Shohei Ohtani Bobblehead giveaway. She said people were showing up the day before to wait for the gates to open. We decided to risk getting to the game 2 hours early (a big concession for my husband, who hates waiting around for first pitch).

Long story short, it was fine. We got our bobbleheads, the hubby sketched his next series of paintings, and I finished the NY Times’ Spelling Bee. When the game finally started, it was getting cold, and not just in the stands.

There is something about the combination of my husband in the Top Deck and Tyler Glasnow on the mound that doesn’t work. Both games Glasnow has pitched with Stephen in the crowd have been disasters. His only losses all season, in fact.

But pitching was only part of our problem against Elly De La Cruz (4-for-4 with 3 runs & 4 stolen bases) and the rest of the Cincinnati Reds. Our bats were dead as doornails. You know it’s bad when Chris Taylor is the only guy in our lineup with a hit.

We finally came alive in the bottom of the 9th, but by then we were in a 7-0 hole, and there was no digging ourselves all the way out.

MY SCORECARDS
GAME 46: Reds 7-Dodgers 2

Side note 1: Apparently, there were a small percentage of Ohtani bobbleheads with gray away uniforms. We got the white home uniforms, and I thought it might have been an urban myth that there were special limited editions. But today, looking at eBay, it’s true. However, they probably only gave them to Field Level ticketholders. They’re snobby that way.

Side note 2: Some youngish guy walked past me in the middle of an inning. He said, “Nice to meet someone else who does this!” And he waved a baseball scorebook at me. He was being nice, but all I could think was, “If you’re keeping score, where the fuck are you going in the middle of an inning?”

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)