Still covered in sweat and Light Beer (courtesy of the sweat), I report from the comforts of the DeShields compound in lovely Burbank after one of the more thrilling games I've attended in my LA decade. Some Deep Thoughts...
1. Scott Road is the key to Dodgers happiness. More on that in a moment.
One not:3. Charlie Manuel did a fantastic job of beating Charlie Manuel, pulling a never-better Pedro in favor of the Four Faces of Suck (aka the Phillies bullpen). Pedro's stuff was nasty, tying the Dodgers up like fools. And the bullpen was a less ironic version of nasty. Just sad that Lidge wasn't in there - he's due for his next meltdown.
6.Padilla's proof that you can find gold in the junkyard. Like my couch in college (which was technically found on the streets of Philadelphia). Actually, we gave that couch back from where it came once its mysterious liquidy center started rising to the surface.
8. Did I mention Scott Road is the key to my happiness? I walked out of the parking lot to my FREE spot, and about 15 minutes later I was on the 5 North. My Philly-loving homie "The Philly Cheese" called me from the Dodgers Parking lot... over 90 minutes after the game was over. He made it about ten feet, and was at a dead stop.
The myriad issues with the parking lot and transportation around Dodger Stadium is not new to readers of SoSG. After 80-plus games, you think the powers that be would figure it out. Though I have a theory. In the divorce, Frank McCourt got the entrances... while his ex-wife took the exits.
Looking forward to my Game Six tickets. Maybe by then Manuel will realize his bullpen is awful at best, and the ice cream man will restock those Hulk Hogan ice cream bars.