I don't know what was worse: losing Hiroki Kuroda in the sixth inning on a vicious comebacker off of Rusty Ryal, which sent Kuroda out of the game on a stretcher; or seeing Jonathan Broxton squander a 3-1 lead in the ninth inning by giving up back-to-back jacks to Mark Reynolds and Miguel Montero. Ramon Troncoso eventually coughed up the game-winning single in the bottom of the tenth, leaving Dodger fans bent over by the side of the track and gasping heavily.
Both Kuroda and Broxton incidents felt like a kick to the nuts. Both of them left Dodger fans' hearts in their throats. And both of them are going to leave quite a mark (the Dodgers' lead over the idle Rockies is now a mere 4.5 games; the Giants also beat the Mets in the 10th).
In all seriousness, we can use a later time to overanalyze Broxton's inabilities to close out a game over the last month, and speculate (as Vin Scully did while calling the game) whether it's due to that inflamed toe of Broxton's. Right now, all Dodger hearts and prayers are with Hiroki Kuroda. Get well, big guy.