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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Down The Duaner, Part 2: Padres 8, Dodgers 3

See what a guy named Duaner will do to you? This was just an embarrassing game, especially the ninth, which did not need to happen at all, but also for Jeff Kent's lousy fielding.

Probably the worst of it was the obnoxious knuckle-dragger in a Padres warmup jacket sitting next to me; I was two seats away from him and I could still smell his breath, which had the aroma of fusty opossums. Not only was he loud, not only was he trying to engage me in conversation (when that was clearly not my goal, thanks to the geysers of halitosis venting from the volcano of his open mouth), but he kept grunting at semi-random intervals, about three to five seconds apart. I swear, it sounded like an elephant seal rutting beach. One of my friends whom I went with is hard of hearing and he still managed to bother her -- and she had me inbetween!

But if the stands had atavists in them, the concessions seemingly were run by idiots. I went to the Carl's Jr. on the Reserved level, stood in line for a couple minutes and waited. Observing at last that there was nothing in the burger bins, the guy in line in front of me knocked on the glass to get the attention of somebody in the kitchen. The employee there then informed us that it would be a half hour before they had any burgers! Nobody at the cash register alerted us to this fact, nor did anyone have a sign up informing us of this, either. So, naturally, I left to go to Panda Express -- where they had only half the concession running.

Dammit.

Anyway, a squandered eighth-inning rally, another bullpen blowout, and lousy fielding. Any one of those could have been overcome, but the Dodgers now are so fragile there's just nothing left, and so they lose and lose and lose. 2005 is over, really. 2006? We'll see.

And another goddamned game with Izturis batting leadoff, and another 0-fer game. Edwards or Perez, Tracy. I don't give a tinker's damn about Izturis getting into the All-Star game, which, by the way, his current struggles argue against. I do care, however, about the Dodgers winning, and Izturis at leadoff is not helping.

And WTF is up with Erickson having a better outing than Sanchez? And the Times not mentioning either Erickson or Izturis. Scrutiny? The hell.

Recap


Comments:
Nothing wrong with using the word "clutch". The only problem I have with "clutch" is when people start using it as if it were a special skill, which it provably isn't.
 
You eat at the Dodger Stadium Carl's Jr.??? You have nobody to blame but yourself.
 
What's wrong with the stadium Carl's Jr.?
 
Yeah, fusty oppossums. That's what we eat down south here in San Diego.

You oughta try 'em.
 
I really liked the Fustyburger concession at Petco...
 
You're complaining? Man, one of the times I went with the 6-4-2 spouse to see the Pads play the Cubs (Cubs beat 'em 4-2 with home runs from unlikelies Jose Macias and Michael Barrett), I ended up spending an hour getting through Oceanside. It's bad everywhere.
 
Actually, I just hit on a brilliant idea. I'll open an Irish bar and call it Fusty O'Possum's.
 

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