Malingering’s World

Damnit Dodgers. This was a bad day to go into extra innings given the 5 hours Viva Los Dodgers festival which preceded the game. This meant 5 hour festival + 1 hour to settle into the seats + 5 hour and 6 minute game = 11 hours and 6 minutes punctuated by the sheer misery of watching Robertez Hernando a.k.a. “I’ve pitched 1001 games and sucked in every single one of them, that must be a record” lose the game to the damn Rockies, who of course moved above us in the division standings.

We tried to count the number of fans left in the 14th inning. Dad estimated 2051. It was a good guess. The place was empty, except for those of us who cared enough to stick it out through the end (these are also the same people who actually care that they lost, so the disappointment and anger was highly concentrated, like that laundry detergent that promises you can use half as much and still get your clothes clean, except in this case you can have 1/30th the fans and still have just as much frustration).

I am exhausted. And sweaty. And pissed off. My throat hurts from screaming for 5 hours straight. I would write more but I broke my diet to eat cheese fries and chocolate malts and Dodger Dogs and I’m not feeling so well right now. Stay tuned (not for more about my GI tract but rather more about the game…).

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