But, stupid me, I wanted to try something new. This was my first Dodger game WITHOUT inhaling a Dodger Dog. I know, I know, what the heck was I thinking. I thought I would change it up and have a Brooklyn Pizza instead as it was pretty good the last time I ate it. So, Mrs. Alex Cora and I split the pizza. Good, but not great. And I think this really pissed off the Dodger gods.
Everyone knows how badly the Dodgers played, so I won't rehash it here. Ten hits and 11 men LOB with only one run to show for it? That was pretty bad. Plus, Mrs. Cora got hit with the stomach bug and then I got hit too - again the Dodger gods punishing us. I spent the top of the 8th inning, when the Angels went ahead, in the bathroom. Ugh. The Dodgers seemed to be playing like I was feeling.
Other things that occurred were a guy getting thrown out near our section for spitting food on other fans, way too many beach balls, and people trying to do the wave over and over and over again (it's not the 1980's, people). I guess I was just in a crappy mood, mostly because the Dodgers lost. Plus, I realized that I will be the first "L" in the column on the right.
The only redeeming factor of the night was the Dodgers' Friday Night Fireworks Night. I always think it is so cool that the organization allows the fans to walk onto the field for, well, ANYTHING. We went straight to the edge of the infield and stared up into the night's sky to watch fireworks explode to the music of Journey, the Beatles, the Temptations, and, of course, Randy Newman. Then the crowd was funneled out of the stadium and I chose to go through the bullpen, as I have never stepped foot in there before - it was pretty cool to step on a "home plate" in Dodger Stadium.
I wish we could have seen a win and now I don't know if I should keep going with the lucky jersey or change it up a little. In any event, I hope we can get the bats going again and bring some fireworks of our own tomorrow. Go Blue!