Pyle of List

So I just got to my computer, and I figure I will try my best to live-blog the rest of My Boy KERSHAW!1!’S game today. We pick it up in the top of the third…

One out, runners on first and second. Both of them walked. KERSHAW!1! currently has only given up one hit, but three walks. Walks have been Clayton’s nemesis this year, putting unnecessary runners on (not like they could actually hit off him) and running up his pitch counts. See ya, Barmes! Two down. Boom! 6-3 for Hawpe (who still has the only hit in the game) and KERSHAW!1! is out of a “jam”. Let’s hope they can give him some run support now.

Doyers go down in order (just like your mom!) and I just ate a cold Carl’s Jr. spicy chicken sandwich that has been in my backpack since last night. Here’s a little tip if you ever find yourself in the same position: go ahead and pull that lettuce off. It’s not doing you any good at this point.

They say a double play is a pitcher’s best friend, but wouldn’t a triple play be an even better friend? Or is that the kind of friend who you think is great but he lives far away and when you see each other it’s not nearly as cool as you expected? Lot’s of “you’ve changed, man”s exchanged. Damn, Spilborghs walked. That’s the second of this inning, and fourth of the game for My Boy KERSHAW!1!. Then he gets all greedy and tries to steal second. KERSHAW!1! throws him out with his mind (I can only assume, because Brad Ausmus is behind the dish).

Dodgers have their first runner of the day, as Pierre is safe on Tulo’s error. I hate the phrases “speed never slumps” and “no defense for speed”. That’s ridiculous. My counter arguments are as such: Juan Pierre last year (slump) and the strikeout (”no defense”). Just as I finish typing that Pierre steals second. Luckily Hudson and Ethier struck out so as to prove me right.

Sit down, Stewart! KERSHAW!1! starts the 5th off right with a Lembeck, his 4th of the day. Damnit! Just walked the pitcher for the second time today. Although, and this is something I’ve been thinking about recently, why don’t more teams let the pitcher on base more, try to tire them out? I mean, this guy is currently working on a no-no, so why not let him run around a bit and wear his legs out? KERSHAW!1! must have had the same thought. That boy is a genius! And a great pitcher! Fowler strikes out for Lembeck number 5!

Mark Loretta leads off the bottom of the fifth. I would normally complain about Furcal, Martin, and Blake all taking a day off with My Love on the mound, but (outside of Blake) those guys have been stinking up the joint. Loney with the first Doyer hit of the night! And Ausmus follows it up with hit #2. Runners at the corners now, 1 out. Damn! Castro struck out, and now Blake is hitting for My Boy KERSHAW!1! which means his day is done. And that means that if Blake doesn’t get a hit, Kershaw will not factor into the decision. Which means, if Blake knows what’s good for him, he’ll get a hit! Oh great, Blake Ks. KERSHAW!1! could have done that for crying out loud. And trust me, I am indeed crying right now.

Blah blah blah, Blah-esario pitches a perfect 6th. I’m going to continue with this liveblog, but my heart isn’t going to be in it.

So Pierre leads off with a hit, Kemp and Hudson fly out, and with Andre Ethier (he of the 3 home-run game last week and walk off HR just two days ago) Pierre gets caught stealing. When I brought up this point to him he asked, “What’s a home run?”. DAMN YOU, SPEED!

Blah-esario lets a couple Rockies on base but ends up getting out of the inning. What do you suppose Clayton is thinking about right now? Puppies? Yeah, probably puppies…

Woof, my stomach is not handling that spicy chicken very well right now. I hope I don’t go all “Dodger’s offense” in my pants. Get it? It’s because they’re not hitting well today. Dodgers go down 1-2-3 in the 7th.

Troncoso gives up the third hit of the day for the Rockies but still pitches a scoreless 8th. This thing is going extra innings, isn’t it? Question, can My Boy KERSHAW!1! be a pinch hitter at this point? What about a defensive replacement? No? Then how about a back rub?

Yay, Furcal! Raffy comes off the bench to knock in what will (hopefully) be the winning run! Why wasn’t he in the whole game? Cuz Raffy be restin’!

Now it’s up to ‘ol Fatty Broxton. Please end this misery. One K. Two K’s. Flyout. That’s the ballgame. Milkshakes for everyone!

Well, it’s not a win for My Boy KERSHAW!1!, but it’s a win for the Doyers. I guess I’ll take that.

Final line: 5 IP, 0 Runs, 1 hit, 5 BB, 5 Lembecks.