No Room to Be Depressed

Following the meme started by Jon at Dodger Thoughts it is no time to give up on the Mighty Men in Blue.

We have faced every obstacle imaginable this year. Don't you dare walk away with our heads down when the season is far from over.

Cheer up! Go to bed tonight with a clear head. Wipe the sleep from your eyes and stretch out your limbs. The sun will rise again tomorrow morning and it will rise again on Saturday.

Today is Another Day

I woke up this morning still wondering, "what happened at home?"

Oh well, we all shouldn't be surprised. Baseball is a funny game. Just when you think you've figured it out something completely crazy happens to cause you to pause.

Fortunately, today is another game and the series is far from over.

My excitement remains high, but I'm a bit more tempered today. Yesterday was a humbling game.

Building That Excitement

I can't remember when I've been more excited about a Baseball game.

I woke up this morning with the sun shining in my face. I had to wince as I shielded the glare of the sun from my eyes with my hands. I was soaking from a cold sweat. My evening slumber was filled with anticipation, excitement, nervousness and hope. At 1:05 PM this afternoon I expect to be utterly useless at work. In fact, I think I'm gonna head to the brew-pub minutes away from my office. I'll sit down and have some lunch. I'll make a specific request to have the TV turned to Fox to hear Vinny and the crew. I'll eat a mushroom burger with fries. Maybe I'll even have an afternoon beer. My Dodger Blue Baseball cap will sit on my head. My voice will become coarse from the screaming and my hands will form blisters from my fervent clapping.

To get you in the mood JonnyJosiah made a great primer to the NLDS match-up between the Dodgers and Mets. Please enjoy.



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I Can't Wait

I have a new post up at LAist.com. Please heck it out if your so inclined.

I can’t stand it anymore! I’m nervous with anticipation. My hands are clinched in a mighty fist. My eyes glare with steely determination. Hopeful exuberance is my demeanor. Passion is in my soul.

Tommy Lasorda would say that, “the great Dodger in the sky will show us the way.”

I look up towards the sun admiring the shade of Blue. There are patches of torn cotton balls floating all around like Maury Wills running the bases. They just glide.

The wind blows slightly. It reminds me of my youth watching Fernando or “Bulldog” blowing away the afternoons’ opponent. Whiff!

I reach down to the ground and place my palms on the soil laden with pebbles and covered with the morning dew. I can feel the thumps and steps of the gardeners as they work diligently on this beautiful day. I close my eyes and imagine the echo of Koufax, Drysdale, Garvey, Cey, Dusty, Hatcher, Yeager and Gibson.

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Plaschke... I Think Your On To Something

Yesterday, while enjoying my early morning routine, I had a chance to sit down and read Plaschke's newest blurb in the Times. Don't Be Surprised if 'Rocket' Escapes the Bonds Treatment.

I have to admit that I think he's on to something.

Plaschke writes:

"Although Clemens' and Bonds' careers have taken the same arc toward eternal athletic life, they are perceived as differently as, well, white and black.

America does not want to believe the dirt on Clemens because he is a nice guy, a family guy, a good ol' guy and, let's be honest here, a Caucasian guy.

America likes its sport villains dark and moody and everything that has always been Bonds."

It a bit of a disturbing acknowledgment and shows that we may still have further to go.

Mr. Plaschke, I give you a thumbs up for this editorial, but I promise this is the last time I do.

To The TV!

October is my favorite month of the year. Playoff Baseball!

Even if your team is sitting at home with you, we all can agree that we can still enjoy this wonderful game. Just ask Tommy!



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