Pyle of List

So earlier this week I was in Laughlin, NV with some family for a little R&R. Oh, you’ve never heard of Laughlin? Take the worst dregs that go to Vegas, then add a lake, and you’ve pretty much got Laughlin.

When I wasn’t on the lake breaking both hearts and sunglasses, I spent my time at the craps table. I feel like it helps with my street cred. But I always make it a point to walk over to the sports book and make some stupid bet. “Let me parlay the Mariners with the under” and other such nonsense. And what do I see as I look up on the board Tuesday evening?

978     Dodgers     Kershaw

Say, no more, bookie man! This was a sign. My Boy KERSHAW!1!’S name up on the bright lights of the betting board where it belongs. I just KNEW he was gonna break out of this little two game funk he had been in.

And he did. KERSHAW!1! left the game with a two run lead, but the damn bullpen blew it, only to have Los Doyers rally to win it! Woo hoo! Take that, casino!

I tried calling KERSHAW!1! to thank him for my winnings and offer to buy him a sundae from Baskin Robins with it, but then I remembered that I don’t have his phone number.

I tried to let me winnings ride but Kuroda Pearl Harbored me last night. What? Oh, right, the Pearl Harbor remark. Sorry, some white trash must have rubbed off on me in Laughlin.

Final line: 5.2 IP, 4 hits, 3 BB, 8 Lembecks.