Humping it down from the Bay Area today was interesting; kids in the back seat watching movies on the iPad, wife and I in the front seat listening to the game streaming over the MLB AtBat11 app on my iPhone, racing against time to make it to the Stadium for the post-game Father's Day Catch. iPhone in the front seat! iPad in the back seat! Gotta make my mind up--which seat can I take?
Anyway, I think the fourth inning was starting over an hour past the first pitch, so I figured we'd be tracking nicely toward a 5p arrival at the Stadium. But suddenly, the game started picking up pace, due at least in part to the Dodgers' offensive ineptitude: seven batters in the entire fourth inning (top and bottom), six batters in the fifth inning, and seven batters in the sixth inning. Hiroki Kuroda faced a little bit of a challenge in the seventh inning, yielding a leadoff double to Chris Johnson, but Johnson couldn't even advance to third base before his side was retired.
The Dodgers got their one lucky stroke in the eighth inning, with an unlikely one-out solo HR from Dioner Navarro (who ended the game with a .175 batting average, after going 2-for-3 today for pete's sake). Vin Scully was so surprised, his call here of the HR says "A homerun by Dioner Navarro, of all people, and the Dodgers take a 1-0 lead." Navarro's HR didn't come in time to give Kuroda the win, which ended up going to Matt Guerrier (Javy Guerra pitched a perfect ninth for the save). Kuroda continues to get the short straw of low run support from this team. But the Dodgers IMPROVE to 1-5 on this homestand and avoid the sweep. Sigh.
Oh yeah, and about my Father's Day catch experience? We made it to the Stadium by 5p, right on schedule (the Dodgers' press release said the gates would be open for two hours after the conclusion of the game, which ended around 4p). But despite successfully negotiating our way past clueless Dodgers parking security guards (who seemed to be unaware of the catch altogether), we parked and made our way to the Stadium, only to find a queue stretching from the center-field gates all the way to the entrance of lot G, and not moving an inch forward. Clearly, there were capacity issues that would have prevented our family from getting on the field in any time less than an hour's wait, and with two young kids who had just endured five hours of carseat prison, that was too much to ask. No foam squishy Dodger baseballs this year for the Sax family, though to be truthful it was only the Dodgers apron that I coveted the most. Oh, well.
Happy father's day anyway, and congratulations to all who got in to enjoy it. And a big Happy Fathers Day to my father, too; and thanks for teaching me to always throw strikes, Dad.
PGT idea courtesy of Paul, in the GT