I Still Don't Know Which is Worse

I missed most of the first inning of yesterday's game as I went on a rare food run to Carl's Jr. It was the wife's 30'th birthday yesterday and nothing says, 'I love you' more than a western bacon six dollar burger. So I come home to my wife warning me that, "It's a mess" before I can get close enough to the television to see that Lowe is still trying to get the 3'rd out in the first inning with the score already 6 to zip. I kept a positive attitude and thought to myself that this is the worst start that Lowe will have this year and he couldn't have been expected to keep up the numbers he'd been putting up start after start forever. I likened it to a dieter or an addict having a relapse and kept hope that maybe the power stroke the team has collectively had the last few days will at least keep it from being the type of drubbing of a team that quit. One of those lifeless, going-through-the-motions type of affairs. So I watched and ate my burger (western bacon cheeseburger with two bottom buns) without any discernable (I think) disgust.

We continued to eat until the third inning and that's when things got ugly. My spirit was lifted and I was feeling hopeful after the two runs with the bases loaded and Olmedo Saenz at the plate. 'This is the most critical at-bat in the game' I thought to myself. The previous Kemp at bat had disappointed me a little and in my mind another out couldn't be wasted. Saenz's subsequent sacrifice fly didn't frustrate or anger me. He's been cold for a long time and you've got to be content with the guy getting the pinch hit r.b.i. What really chapped my hide was seeing that split second of Nomar running in slow motion as the throw to home got him in the shot and then a second later being thrown out as the last out made at 3'rd base. There are certain exceptions to some of the classic baseball rules. In this case, what Nomar did is the exact reason why some old baseball guy said the phrase that you never make the first or third out at third base.

Now, having rationalized that the dodgers now deserved to lose this game by playing stupid ball and also having finished our meal I turned to my wife and asked, "Wanna watch one of the Netflix?" She looked at me a little bit suspiciously but replied, "Yeah, we can".

In went 'Epic Movie'. I was unarmed of the knowledge that this was a 'Scary Movie' type movie but done way worse. Kumar and two brief glimpses of female nudity couldn't even save it. It had it's moments, but they were only 2 brief moments out of 93 minutes that seemed more like 150. All of a sudden the dodgers getting their butts whipped and playing bad baseball when given the opportunity to come back didn't seem like such a bad thing anymore.

After the movie ended, I turned the game back on to confirm that the ugly game was dead and I could excise it from memory. Nope, Hendrickson was just walking off the mound after having gotten the third out in the eighth inning with the score reading 13-8. I quickly extinguished all hope and went to bed.

Now after having slept on it I can wake up and write that Nomar ruined that game for me as a fan but maybe not for the Dodgers. Coulda, shoulda, woulda, didn't. To me this is just an example of a team that used to need power but more and more looks like its major need is a few more arms.

Anyways, our cat was pretty down after the game and I grabbed a pic. He's an even more moody fan than I am.