Loretta grounded out, then Pierre tried to bunt on the first pitch and was, predictably, out at first. That was quite a letdown. It's back to a three-run deficit, but the Dodgers are running out of outs.
The woman sitting next to me is going to the Dodgers games in Anaheim this weekend. I really do not understand why. This situation is so strange to me. Maybe she works for the team? On a side note, I just got up for a minute and left my screen open to this page. So there's now a very good chance that she read what I wrote about her.
When I got up, I finally got my soft serve ice cream, and it is not disappointing me. I watched Nancy Bea Hefley play "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" on the organ, and that was pretty damn awesome. I wanted to take a picture, but wasn't sure of the etiquette on that one, so I didn't do it.
By the way, I hate that Dodger Stadium has decided to, just this year, start having someone sing "God Bless America" in the seventh inning stretch. I think I've mentioned this before, but I'm doing it again because everyone in the press box stands for the song, and I might have looked like a jackass if I had remained seated.
Thanks to a terrible non-catch on a pop-up, the Dodgers have two on and nobody out. Only time will tell if we'll blow this opportunity, too.
Part Nine:
This just in: eating ice cream makes me cold.
Loney swung at the first pitch and popped it up. Cabrera managed to drop the ball, but the infield fly rule was called, so Loney was out anyway. Wasted opportunity #77 for the evening. But Blake just got a single to load the bases, and here comes Mr. Walkoff, Andre Ethier.
Who promptly hits a two-run single to make it 5-4, Athletics! Sweet. Kemp is up with runners at the corners and one out. And...ground ball to second for a double play. Crap. But okay, we cut it to a one-run deficit. We can do this.
Part Ten:
Attendance for tonight's game is 46,274, which includes the nearly 3,800 tickets bought at the box office at the stadium tonight. The free parking brought some people out, though I bet McCourt was hoping for even more. Still, though, for a Wednesday night game, that's a pretty damn good turnout.
Holliday leads off the top of the eighth with a hit, then immediately steals second. Guillermo Mota is in, and he really needs to make sure this stays just a one-run deficit.
And Mota does it! Time for one of the rare appropriate moments for the Dodgers' new eighth inning song, "Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey. Impossible not to sing along with this song, even if it doesn't always make sense for it to be played. Listening to this song (and reading the lyrics provided on the scoreboard), I do wonder what "streetlight people" are, though.
Russell Martin leads off the bottom of the eighth. Will he simply ground out to third (his usual), or might he actually get on base? Stay tuned.
4 comments:
Just make sure the woman next to you isn't Jamie McCourt.
This is why I go to the dining room to get my Dodger Dog as soon as the top of the seventh is over.
Streetlight people refer to people who hang out under streetlights of Sunset habitually as an occupation. Prostitutes, Erin, they are prostitutes.
I guess I've just never heard that particular term.
And I'm so happy that I've finally read the book and understand your "Paper Lion" reference.
Me and Night Train, just listening to some Dinah Washington.
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