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Freddie Freeman made history with a walkoff Grand Slam, the first in World Series history!

The most unbelievable Game 1 of a World Series ever! Hear that, Kirk Gibson?

First baseman Freddie Freeman — who this season battled a broken finger, a sprained ankle and the life-threatening illness of his little son — hadn’t played in most of the postseason games so far this year. When he did, he practically had to be carried off the field by Mookie Betts! So what does he do? With the bases loaded in the bottom of the 10th inning, he hits it out of the park on the first pitch!

I literally started crying, it was so beautiful!

The roar of the crowd was deafening. The feeling of triumph was overwhelming. It was a moment that will live forever in the minds and hearts of Dodger fans everywhere.

I didn’t take score for most of the games this postseason. Too crowded, plus I wanted to roam and see folks around the stadium. But yesterday, right before we left to walk up the Ravine, I decided, “It’s the freaking World Series, Dodgers vs. Yankees! Of course I have to keep score!”

I’m so glad I did.

We go again tonight, but it will be difficult to top Game 1 — for intensity, exhilaration and satisfaction! History isn’t made every day.

MY SCORECARDS
WORLD SERIES Game 1: Dodgers 6-Yankees 3

Side note: Very sad about Fernando Valenzuela. He was so young, just 63. The Dodgers are honoring him and his contribution to baseball at the World Series and next season with a patch on their uniforms. Simply “34.”

Sure, he’s happy now, but you should have heard him complaining about the Dodgers all through the game. “The pitching sucks!” “They can’t bring guys home!” “They’ve got Ohtani’s number!” OMG! It’s hard to take. But then again, maybe his negativity was the right energy to engender tonight’s miracle? Who knows? (I still think it’s my earrings.)
Teoscar Hernández hits one of two homers against the Cardinals on March 29. Saturday, he would repeat the feat to lead the Dodgers to a series win over the Yankees in New York. Oh yeah, and one of them was a slam! (Wally Skalij / Los Angeles Times)

OK, OK, the Dodgers can seem very inconsistent from time to time. Our bats can be dead as doornails one day and unstoppable the next. Our pitchers can strike out the side one inning, then give up home runs like there’s no tomorrow one frame later.

The Yanks, on the other hand, had an 8-game win streak going and the best record in baseball when the Boys in Blue put a stop to it Friday night, edging their longtime rivals, 2-1, in 11 innings. We killed them the next day, 11-3, and made them work for it Sunday, when New York bested us, 6-4.

I’m so glad we beat the Yankees. I was very worried about that series. I needn’t have fretted, however, especially on Saturday, when every Dodger had at least one hit, six of them had RBIs (including six for Teoscar alone). What a game! We had a 4-2 lead going into the 8th inning, then Wham, Bam, Thank You, Maam! — we scored 7 runs in the last two, highlighted by Hernandez’s Grand Slam.

I love the Dodgers. Starting tonight, I will go to five consecutive games. Stay tuned!

Packed house last night at the Ravine. Yankees fans everywhere, including right in front of us! One of them, a teenager, booed Mookie Betts when he was announced. But, as I reminded Stephen — who wanted to rip that guy a new one — he was just a kid. Besides, Mookie responded by going 4-for-4 with 3 RBIs, including 2 solo homers, one of which kicked off the game in a 6-run 1st inning. It’s been awhile since we earned Free Chicken McNuggets in the 1st inning!

With Clayton Kershaw on the mound, who has never won before against the Yankees, it looked like a nightmare starting to unfold when their leadoff batter smashed Kersh’s first pitch into centerfield for a base hit. When slugger Aaron Judge came to the plate to await Kershaw’s second pitch, I said to Stephen, “Aaron Judge can hit into a double play, right? That could happen.” Bam! He dinks it to third-baseman Max Muncy, who relays it to second-baseman Miguel Vargas, who shoots it over to Freddie Freeman at first. Bing-bang-boom! Two pitches, two outs. I totally called it.

The rest of the game was kind of sedate, comparatively. Kershaw went seven innings, gave up 4 hits and struck out 9. He was throwing heaters, and we racked up enough runs to not feel the sting when our bullpen started to falter. (Our relievers just love to walk guys, huh?)

The end result was a beautiful 8-4 victory over the dreaded Bronx Bombers, the bane of the Dodgers’ existence since the beginning of time. One down, two to go. Best coast wins!