I'm not trying to spark memories of Della Reese with that headline (hence the picture). But it's fricking depressing, albeit not altogether unexpected, to see a 3-0 lead with Clayton Kershaw on the mound evaporate in an instant with a three-run Bobby Abreu HR in the sixth. And then even when Russell Martin nails a cheating Juan Rivera at third for the second out in the seventh, Kershaw leaving men at the corners causes Joe Torre to bring in Ronald Belisario, who promptly gives up two more hits to let in three more runs and puts us down 6-3.
So what's the tease, you might ask (besides the victory we should have had)? Well, when lady luck gives you a late leadoff single from sub-Mendoza Garret Anderson (1-for-4 with a badly misplayed ball in left for an E), followed by Casey Blake reaching on an error with none out, and Matt Kemp (who had homered earlier in this game) at the plate--one would think we could at least whittle the gap. But that's the little head doing the thinking for the big head, though; Kemp GIDPs and Blake DeWitt lines to center to end the eighth inning, and that's all she wrote. You thought you were getting some tonight. You're wrong.
The Dodgers fall to three back of San Diego and two back of San Francisco. and the Dodgers now sport a 2-8 record in interleague play this year. And you ask me why I hate interleague play. I need a cold shower.