Not that this is all about me, but I have to confess that I don't think it was coincidence that the Dodgers' only loss in this past weekend's series with the Giants came at the game which I attended rather cavalierly. Instead of keeping to my normal consumption tradition, I went with the Camacho's Fish Tacos rather than the staple Dodger Dog, even going so far as to eat the tacos first. The tacos were good. I love fish tacos, especially Rubio's, and revelled when Rubio's began to expand beyond the San Diego area. But I digress.
As we fell behind early, I freaked out and quickly wolfed down the Dodger Dog--but it was too late. Though the Dodgers came back to tie the score, off a two-run jack by Manny Ramirez (who once again validated my reasoning to never miss watching a Ramirez at bat) and a solo shot from Rafael Furcal, they were eventually felled by a trio of Giant doubles in the sixth inning, and the Giants went on to win 8-4. Billingsley's inning of relief yielded a Aaron Rowand solo HR, so that wasn't too good, either.
But there were some cool highlights on the field. I can't find a video of either highlight on the mlb site, but Orlando Hudson turned two nifty double plays on Bengie Molina in the first and fifth innings. And what made each of them hilarious was that Hudson would take the feed, step on second, and then scamper backwards from second two or three short steps before firing to first base. And each time, Molina was still so far out at first, it was ridiculous. It was like Hudson could have run to the dugout, gotten a cup of coffee and some sunflower seeds, and then thrown to first, and Molina still wouldn't have made it to the bag in time. I know the Giants' offense is pathetic, but part of the reason has to be the lack of conditioning of Molina and Pablo Sandoval. Those guys are slow on the basepaths, allowing opponents to turn double plays in slow motion.
Off the field, there were a couple of curious highlights too. First I have to point out the go2taiwan.net ribbon ad, appropriately themed to coincide with My Town Irish Heritage Night. I don't know why they didn't have go2ireland.com advertise on this evening, but who knows, maybe the Irish are big Taiwan supporters. Neither Hong-Chih Kuo nor Chin-Lung Hu played on Friday night, either, which is too bad for the former as Vicente Padilla could have used the help (earning his first loss as a Dodger).
My seats were great as always on a summer night in Los Angeles, and Mrs. Sax and I were lucky enough that Erin of Robots Took My Medicine stopped by (along with Christine) from the press box to say hello. Erin's a kick, which I've already memorialized, but this time she also helped educate me on two things I didn't know about Dodger Stadium: 1) that Vin Scully stands up to sing along for the second stanza of Take Me Out To The Ballgame (which we watched in awe and admiration); and 2) the Don't Stop Believing lunatic who lip syncs and hams it up for the camera appears to compensate for the one-second tape delay by the end of admittedly comical routine (which is quite a skill, I might add, if he is able to lip sync a second ahead of the music in order to make it coalesce on screen). Maybe we should get the DSBl to work on the television screens over the concession stands, which remain in a vicious tape delay of at least five seconds (meaning that if you're in the queue, you hear the crowd reaction, and then have a couple of beats before you can see what happened on the monitors; if it's Bengie Molina running to first base, you actually have more than a couple of beats).
The beautiful evening:
And then, of course, there was the between-inning Kiss Cam that inevitably morphs into the Bud Light Real Men of Genius Mr. Stadium Marriage Proposal Guy event. I usually laugh at these, but given the person was in the section right next to us, I took some shots. First of all, Maria Becerra, your name is in ten-foot tall letters, so you'd better say yes:
And, lucky for her attention-seeking beau, she did (the Dodgers attendant in the back is holding up a big "She Said Yes!" sign; the attendant with the "She Said No, And The Baby Isn't Yours Anyway" sign had already retreated up the aisle).
In all seriousness, congratulations Maria and Mr. Stadium Marriage Proposal Guy. Not the way I would have done it; in fact, I looked over at Mrs. Sax and asked her if she had wanted her proposal done in front of 56,000 of our closest friends at a game that we'd end up losing to our arch-rival foes, and she took about a millisecond to say, unequivocally, "no." I'm glad I didn't choose this option, as I like being married to Mrs. Sax.
The outcome of the game wasn't ideal, but it was a fun night at the Stadium as always. This was most likely my last regular-season game of the 2009 season, which gives me a record of 7-2 (seven straight wins to start the season, then two losses; I kinda feel like Chad Billlingsley). This marks the fewest Dodger games I've been to in any season since I moved back to LA. But I'm confident I'll be back for another game at the Stadium soon either way.