So if Victorino goes to L.A., we’re pretty much guaranteed to NOT get Pence, which leaves us with…what options? Schierholtz requested a trade yesterday, so our huge arm and big-hitter-as-of-late will be heading out I’m sure. BLERGH. DODGERS, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING.
Especially when that 1 trails after a 9, as in Dodgers 9, Giants 1.
You know, everything was okay until the 8th inning when we imploded. I mean, it wasn’t a small implosion. It was like a star going nova. It was like we were playing baseball with blindfolds on. IT WAS LIKE OUR ENTIRE TEAM IS RUNNING IN A THOUSAND DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS AT THE SAME TIME.
Okay and to be fair to Edlefsen, it was a tough play to make since the line drive ripped the glove off his hand.
So to take our minds off that, I’m going to post a few pics from Friday night. That’ll be fun, right?
From last night:
- Free drink at Lucky Strike
- Texting gloves!
- Aubrey Huff taking bp
- THE BACHELOR~
- More free booze
- Tim Lincecum sliding into the catcher’s box in an effort to tag a runner
- Buster Posey is a magical unicorn
- So much Beastie Boys between innings
- Tim Lincecum’s spit-covered, rubbed up baseball fouled back to the guy sitting next to me (mmm DNA)
- Amazing rally
- John Axford pitching*
I cannot think of anything more coherent than this for last night. Pictures are forthcoming.
*The Brewers are my number two team, so while I really wanted us to win, I was glad I got to see John Axford pitch. IT’S JOHN AXFORD, YOU GUYS