4.25.04 LOS ANGELES
DODGERS vs SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS
I call this Baseball Diary entry:
THE GOOD, THE BAD AND
THE UGLY
HERE’S THE GOOD: Dodgers whipped the Giants and Weaver struck out Bonds.
More Good: Overheard conversation from 2 kids, boy and girl, maybe 11, behind me: “I saw Alex Cora hit a home run!” “We should make a shirt!” “A shirt that says, ‘I saw Alex Cora hit a home run!’”
One Inning Later: “I saw Cesar Izturis hit a home run!” “Now we need TWO shirts!”
Renewed my faith in The Youth Of Today and The Future Of Baseball in one go!
Even more Good: (believe me the Bad is coming, and how…) My buddies were on fire with the funny. Sample: Calling Milton Bradley everything but Milton Bradley, aka, Hasbro, Mattel, etc. Also, some random funny about The Kool-Aid Guy (remember “Hey Kool-Aid!?”). “Whatever happened to The Kool-Aid Guy?” “He died.” “The guy in the costume?” “That was no costume, my friend.”
THE BAD is that I could enjoy NONE of this. Why? My good friend’s new girlfriend who, no matter how I tried, was always sitting next to me. And talking. And talking. And talking.
Fascinating subjects, too. “Our Latest Fight.” “Why I Don’t Like Baseball.” “I Know You’re Trying To Watch The Game And I Should Really Shut Up But Back To My Story.”
I’m in my happy place. I’m at the game. I’m at Chavez Ravine. The Dodgers are creaming the Giants so much so that they substitute Bonds in the 5th. I’m with my best buddies.
And I’m in Hell. “Okay, so rewind two weeks, we’re at the bar, maybe I’ve had too much to drink, I don’t think so, but you wouldn’t believe the day I had. This girl I work with, she is such a bitch, the kind who would wear….”
THE UGLY: Dear Reader, you’re waiting for me to tell you how much of a hottie this chick is.
Guess again.
(POSTSCRIPT: Many showers later, I am back at the park. Weaver wins again. He is unbeaten when I attend. Is he the next Gagne?)
Tim Kirk
