If SoSG Sax woke up this morning with concussion-like symptoms, or merely a bruised vertebra or two, it's totally my fault. If this cut above my lip gets any worse, I have only myself to blame.
Sax was kind enough to invite me to yesterday's game. Although it was blazes hot, we cooled off with a few beers, moved to some shady seats and had a great time catching up.
But the Dodgers were back to their old tricks. Although Matt Kemp started the game off with a much-needed home run, the Diamondbacks' 4-2 lead in the seventh inning felt insurmountable.
While A.J. Ellis' pinch-hit double and Shane Victorino's RBI-single put the Dodgers within striking distance, I was still feeling, um, snakebit, even when the Dodgers put two on with one out in the ninth.
The Dodgers had won the day before, and there was a relatively small crowd at Dodger Stadium yesterday. But an extra sense of desperation was in the air, as if everyone knew falling 5.5 games behind the Giants would be too much to bear.
So when Victorino scored the winning run on Adrian Gonzalez's walk-off double, a lot of pent-up emotion came loose. People jumped up and down, people cheered, people screamed.
And I, uh, tackled Sax.
Totally didn't mean to. He turned to me for a high five and I gave him a bear hug instead. Unprepared for this idiocy, Sax absorbed the blow; we lost our collective balance and tumbled across the aisle (did I mention we had had a few beers?) into another (thankfully empty) row of seats.
Like Miguel Montero after being hit by Victorino the other day, Sax popped right back up and was gracious enough to laugh it off.
So, Sax...sorry about that. And you probably don't want to be sitting next to me if the Dodgers make the playoffs.
17 comments:
Killer story! I hope someone develops a permanent scar to memorialize the tender moment you two shared.
Talk about dry humping...
Just practicing for the softball tournament, Orel.
Orel's WWE finishing move: The Dry Thump.
Did you rip Sax's jersey off, too?
What happened to my boxers?
Well, that answered my boxers or briefs question. There went my whole plan for a "The Sax We Don't Know" Barbara Walters-style special.
Dammit, SF already up 4-0 in the bottom of the first.
Pittsburgh loses, but the Cards have a 4-2 lead over the Mets.
Welp, make that 5-2.
Son of beech! Mad before our game even starts.
Mets are coming back. 5-4 Cards now.
Meta rally for two in the eighth, so it's 5-4 Cards
Shards win 5-4.
D-bags narrow Gnats lead to 4-2 in the fifth.
Let's go gibby
NGTUT
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