July 6, 2009, 11:10 p.m. And in gambling, when you're getting points. Thankfully, there's no such concern in baseball. Not that I'd know about that.
Yeah, the Dodgers almost dropped what would've been their worst loss of the season. We almost had to endure two days of baseball depression before the next contest, wondering if what happened Sunday was the beginning of a second half from hell.
We almost had a new (though not as compelling as Wade Boggs with cooked chicken, or Boggs and undergarments) baseball superstition to debate the merits of – a little thing called "the All-Star Jinx." Almost. Close, but no cigar.
A "Sophomore Jinx" is conceivable, I suppose, and surely the "Sports Illustrated Jinx" exists, but the "All-Star Jinx," no. So let's forget about that right now.
Chad Billingsley and Jonathan Broxton got the news Sunday morning. Along with Orlando Hudson, they'd made the National League All-Star team, and were headed to St. Louis for next Tuesday's exhibition. So Billingsley goes out and pitches well. Maybe his best outing of the year, except since this is the sad-sack Padres we're talking about, who can say, really?
Then he just got unlucky. No jinx, just unlucky. Three earned in eight-plus is no disgrace, not even against San Diego. Bills probably could've completed the game without incident, but such is baseball. We'll never know, and it really doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things.
Dodgers come away with a "W," even if they did have to play a few extra frames to get it. We'll all live.
Broxton had an off day. It's as simple as that. Just a bad day. An extremely bad day, sure, but that's all it was. The beginning of a trend this isn't, nor is it the second coming of Broxton's mid-September meltdown of 2007. Just a little bump in the road, that's out of his system. Not to worry.
In many examples between 1988 and 2008, too many to count, actually, a Matt Kemp doesn't get an Eliezer Alfonzo coming off the bag for that third out, and the Dodgers lose the game right then and there, and the tailspin begins. Or, as our beloved Don Drysdale would say, "it's Katie bar the door."
The 1988 Dodgers, on the other hand, would go onto win that type of game, exactly that type of game. A walkoff pinch single by a pitcher named Tim Leary, for example; a scoring-from-second-on-a-wild-pitch by a guy you may have heard of, one Kirk Gibson, for another.
And it looks like, in 2009, the Dodgers win those games too. Walkoffs, late-inning come-from-behinds, extra-inning successes in hostile environments.
In 2007, with the very same but not-yet-ready-for-prime-time reliever on the mound, in the same Petco Park, Broxton walks in the winning run, one of five in the bottom of the ninth. Five.
June 7, 2007. I was there, and if I could've slunk farther into my chair, or under it, I would've, believe me. The “Beat L.A.” chant that ensued, and the war-like drumbeat that accompanied, was absolutely deafening. Aerosmith deafening.
Since it was the third game of a series sweep, the clever Petco folks added the words "Sweep L.A." to the mix. And talk about your baseball climax. The stadium was in collective orgasm. Worst in-person baseball experience of my life, bar none, putting Jack Clark to shame.
But that was the 2007 club, the Dodgers of Danys Baez, Lance Carter, Mark Hendrickson and Brett Tomko. The Dodgers of Shea Hillenbrand, Wilsons Betemit and Valdez, and Chad Moeller. Quite the difference a couple of years makes.
Here's what's going to happen next. The Dodgers will go to New York and Milwaukee, and with or without some measure of Manny Ramirez hysteria along the way, will handle both of this week's opponents easily enough. Probably four out of six. Frisco and Colorado will tread water, and Los Angeles will head into the break eight or nine games up.
Don't give the points, or their equivalent, not that I'd know about such things, but about this much I'm quite sure.
There are no almosts in baseball. The Dodgers didn't almost lose a crazy game to the Pads on Sunday. They won the thing. And the Dodgers aren't almost the class of the National League. They're the class of the National League…
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Props to Lyons especially for his analysis of Manny's not being Manny enough, calling out the now 37-year-old outfielder for not better preparing himself to come back in game shape. I hate the expression, "spot on," and I try never to use it, but good for Lyons re Manny. Spot on, Psycho.
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