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J.D. Martinez singled and doubled as one of three starters for the National League in the All-Star Game in Seattle on July 11. The Dodgers also sent starters Freddie Freeman & Mookie Betts, and as substitutes, catcher Will Smith and pitcher Clayton Kershaw.

Not only did the Dodgers have three of the starting nine players for the National League in the All-Star Game on Tuesday, we also swept the Angels in spectacular fashion a few days earlier, winning the Freeway Series 11-4 on Friday (July 7) and 10-5 on Saturday (July 8)! It was so sweet to see those smug American Leaguers in our house having the pants beaten off them! And we tied Arizona for first to boot! Way to finish the first half!

Then — wonder of wonders! — I went to Vegas to place a bet on my perennially disappointing NL All-Star team, and miraculously, with a very scary finish, we WON! It was the first time since 2012!

What a fucking nail-biter, though! I could only barely watch. Actually, in the bottom of the 9th, after swapping 1-run leads with the AL all night, when they announced Craig Kimbrel as the closer in a 3-2 game, my PTSD set in. I felt like I would faint, or throw up, or both. So I left the room.

Phillies closer Craig Kimbrel used to be a Dodger, and fans of the Boys in Blue have PTSD over the experience.

My brother thought I was nuts. He yells to me in then other room, “Pammy, he got the first guy out!”

“Give him time,” I say, remembering all those 9th innings last year when the Dodgers had the game sewn up only to see that Chicken Man cluck it all to hell.

“Pammy! He’s got two outs, and two strikes on the third batter!”

“Been there! Done that!”

Back in those dark days, watching his stupid wing-spread windup, I couldn’t help thinking “the first two outs are the easy ones, it’s the third that counts!”

“Oh no!” I hear from my brother.

Kimbrel has gone from an 0-2 count to walking the batter. Not once, mind you, but twice! (I wonder what catcher Will Smith was thinking. He was behind the plate on many of Kimbrel’s meltdowns for us, and now here he was on baseball’s biggest stage reliving horrors from his past.)

Two men on, two outs, two strikes. I felt like my heart would likely explode when I heard the inevitable CRACK! of the home run, and the roar of that American League stadium.

But no! After the epic disappointments we Dodger fans have suffered at the hands of Craig Kimbrel, he finally made good, striking out the Guardians’ Jose Ramirez and actually saving the game for the National League.

And not only that, but he was also one of the pitchers in 2012 when the NL won the last time. Pretty sure that’s just a coincidence. I still think he sucks. He just got lucky this time.

I know I haven’t written in a while, but, let’s be honest, the Dodgers haven’t done much to write about lately. And when they do show promise, it’s almost always squandered by what’s got to be the worst bullpen the Dodgers have EVER had!

I hate being negative. I want to BELIEVE so badly! (Thank you, Ted Lasso!) But it’s getting really hard to do it. I mean, seriously? With the sweep over the weekend, the dreaded Giants overtook us. Not for FIRST PLACE, mind you, but for SECOND! Arizona still has the top spot.

Let’s see how it goes with the smokin’-hot Angels tonight and tomorrow. Because the Cheaters (those a-holes from Houston) are coming to town on Friday.

But, I have to be honest. I’m not at all optimistic at this point.

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!