Blew crew

I'm glad there's an off day before Game 5 of the NLDS. Last night's game was too brutal of a loss and I need a day to come to grips with the bleak situation. The momentum actually began building on Sunday when my brother Greg rode up from San Diego to hang out with Eloise during on Monday day and then attend the game with us that night.


Coming off a big win in Game 3, the playoff atmosphere was electric. As we walked up Stadium Way, through the parking lot, and to our cheap seats, we were surrounded by Dodger fans--from the blue-haired Brooklyn faithful to tattooed vatos. For most of the game, we thought the home team was going to even the series at two games a piece. It was awesome. Then a pair of 2-run homers by the Phillies in the eighth inning crushed that idea.


Was it Joe Torre overcoaching the pitchers? Or was it the usually reliable bullpen's fault? More likely the Dodgers inability to get hits when it mattered. But it really doesn't matter--for the L.A. team to get to the World Series, they'll have to scratch out a win tomorrow night. At the very least, prevent the Phillies from celebrating in Chavez Ravine, and hopefully put pressure on them to win in Philly. It's not going to be easy, but it's not impossible. Just ask Manny--or Gibby on the 20th anniversary of his historic walk-off pinch-hit homer on Ecks in Game 1 of the 1988 Fall Classic.