Everything was wrong from the get go.
Sutter and I took the el, we got off at the SE corner of the park.
I always park in an alley to the West, so I already felt disoriented.
Walking, there was an odd lack of energy everywhere.
Ronny Woo was wooing and people were running away, the sky had weird clouds and the light made everything look strange and I just felt unusual, then I spaced out about people I was supposed to meet beforehand...
Suddenly I was in my seat watching Ryan Dempster struggle thru the most un-Demp-like performance of the season.
I had a notebook with me, and here's exactly what I wrote:
First inning. I called the Manny double play.
Energy weird and quiet. Fonzie strikes out. Kosuke in coveted 2 hole...
LA centerfielder Matt Kemp comes up. I look at Sutter and, thinking of Jeff Kent say, "How many Kemps do the Dodgers have?" (see - disoriented)
Dempster has walked 2 already.
Edmonds with the single. Oh MY GOD A DERO HOMER!!! I almost hugged a complete stranger other dad with his son. It barely made it out.
Cubs 2 Dodgers 0.
Fukudome AMAZING TRIP-CATCH OVER DODGER BULLPEN. 2 more walks, Manny up.
Top of 5th. Another walk, that's 5 I think. Dempster canNOT find a rythm. Fly to Kosuke, now 2 outs.
Furcal on 1st, Manny up. Walks him.
Dempster no control, although that's okay since Manny didn't hit it out.
Marsha, Sutter's wife, getting dogs she's an angel.
Another walk. Bullpen up Marshall and Samardzija.
James Loney. 2 outs bases loaded. He barely stays alive on an 0-2 count and then hits a grand slam directly over the head of Edmonds.
This is awful.
Then a double and now Marshall.
Top of 8th. Manny Homer. Sutter just talked me out of leaving. Blake DeWitt hits a triple I may drive a peanut into my eye.
Dude, everything is just wrong.
Now they're playing the new Eddie Vedder song at exactly the wrong time. It feels depressing.
Now #51, their Marmol.
D. Lee grounds to second.
Aramis...
Then I wrote one more word:
Pretty bad, and I would like to apologize to the people sitting around me - I used some of the worst language you can imagine last night.
At the end of the night, a kid about 18 basically told me to man up and quit it.
That there's another game tomorrow.
I felt stupid, because he's right of course.
So, I'm losing the feeling of dread right now, and switching back to normal.
Sorry about this rough post, but that's what happened.
COME ON CARLOS ZAMBRANO.
W, please.
