Day 110 1/2
They say a picture is worth a thousand words…
Let me show what it must have felt like to a Rockies batter. The only words I can describe it is, “Say what?”
Yeah, if I had to describe the feeling of a Rockies pitcher, especially a middle reliever, super especially Matt Belisle, who decided to almost ruin my vision for life, by giving up a grand slam, would be the ol stand by…whhyyyy?
Seriously, I will always fly the colors. I don’t care how many jeers or comments I get in an opposing fans stadium, the colors stay on. I have to admit,I love my Rockies and have no problem showing everyone that, but I was embarrassed.
The numbers didn’t lie. 31 hits in two games…No that wasn’t a combined two team total. That was the total for the Dodgers against Rockies pitching and I could only shake my head sitting in the hot sun of Dodger Stadium.
If you thought the number of hits was bad, try the 23 runs put up on the scoreboard. When people in the crowd were yelling, “Colorado Rookies,” this the best you got, I had absolutely no come back to that.
In the 4/19 game Sunday, there was only two innings the Dodgers did not score in. Two.
In retrospect, I did not realize Ubaldo’s 4 2/3 innings 100 pitch outing was going to be the bright spot. Sure he only gave up four runs on seven hits, but at least the game was still in reach at that point. The smokin 18.90 ERA of Matt Belisle was nothing to be concerned about, until the next batter watching the grand slam go into center.
I can only hope the Rockies repay the favor when the Dodgers come to visit Coors this upcoming weekend. The pain I felt in those two games was deep.
But I can’t lie in so many ways I do love L.A.! I lived outside of the valley for awhile when I was younger and there are so many things that made me happy beyond the rough ball games. I know all the spots to hit, and be sure I hit them.
With on average, an 80 degree day, one must always hit the beach. Everyone has their favorite in L.A. and I am no different. Before the game you could find me in my old haunts soaking it up!
There was very a powerful anti-war protest set up on the beach too and apparently volunteers have come out every Sunday for five years to take care of it. It was touching and I couldn’t help take a moment out to reflect.
Maybe it was reflection, but the tummy knows what it wants and having lived in California I went straight for the best fast food burger made. Yes, I traveled all across this country and would put it up against a Whataburger from Texas, etc. It’s better and it’s In and Out.
So yes, the massacre was very nasty and disappointing, but I could stop to realize I was soaking up the sun, while Colorado was getting blasted with snow. I was eating some great grub and it’s a treat only found travelling west of Colorado. And before long there would be another umpire yelling, “Play ball” and the Rockies would be able to make up for the loss. Gotta keep it all in perspective!
Photo Credit- Tom Walsh all except Nancy Kerrigan (no idea) and self portrait : )