It happens every spring, or summer, without fail. Whenever there is a near no-hitter pitched in Major League Baseball – which is to say, often – a headline writer somewhere will employ the phrase “So-and-So flirts with no-hitter.”

In this case it was Cubs’ starter Jake Arrieta who held the Reds hitless Tuesday night in Chicago, before losing out to history and Brandon Phillips, who ripped a double to left center with one out in the eighth inning. Arrieta finished with a beautiful one-hit shutout, with 13 Ks, the Cubbies beat Cincy 7-0, and all was right in the world for an evening, or as right as it can ever be at Wrigley.

Sure enough, by 9:54 p.m. the Chicago Sun-Times had posted the headline, “Jake Arrieta flirts with no-hitter, pitches first career shutout in Cubs win,” with Gordon Wittenmyer getting the byline. My friends at Baseball Essential had it too, employing the “Arrieta Flirts With No-Hitter As Cubs Take Game Two From Reds” title.

So Arrieta flirts with a no-no, doesn’t get it – or strikes out, to use the obvious dating analogy – and goes home alone. Or maybe there was a spouse waiting. I have no idea.

Either way, “flirting with a no-hitter” is a sports play on words, some of us love such things, and I’m thinking Ed Norton addressing the ball in The Honeymooners episode, “The Golfer,” which aired October 15, 1955 (which, of course, was 11 days after the Brooklyn Dodgers won their one and only World Series championship at Yankee Stadium).

“Hello, ball!” Below is the entire episode, and it’s bleeping great.

And while we’re on the subject of classic 1950′s TV comedies with sports themes, Jimmy Demerat guest starred in a hilarious episode of I Love Lucy, “The Golf Game,” which aired May 17, 1954.

Demaret, with 31 tournament wins, three majors (all of which were Masters), is comparable to Phil Mickelson (42 win, five majors, three Masters) today. Except, he avoids the runaway bride look Mickelson sports in front of a camera and is quite the comic actor.

YouTube has it in three parts. Here are one, two and three.

And remember, glove conquers all. Baseball glove, golf glove, it doesn’t matter. Glove conquers all.


The following is a revised version of a previously-published article.

With all that will be available to you as we mark as important an anniversary as there is in our nation’s history, I imagine this will be one of the last places you will look for perspective.

And that’s appropriate. We don’t do politics here, and you certainly don’t need a comment from me about what it all means. On the other hand, there is something very red, white and blue about baseball, only some of it contrived for American consumption. And there was baseball on that particular day for 125 seasons before September 11, 2001, and on 12 occasions since, much of it involving the Dodgers.

That is something we can talk about, and in most cases, with the possible exception of 1951, celebrate.

So here are a few of the things which occurred on the other 137 September 11s in baseball history:

1912: Philadelphia Athletics’ second baseman Eddie Collins steals six bases in 9-7 win over the Detroit Tigers.

1915: 40-year-old St. Louis Terriers’ lefthander Eddie Plank wins his 300th game.

1927: At 96-41, New York’s Yankees lead the A’s by 17 games, go on to win 14 of their final 17 and finish 110-44. A four-game sweep of the Pittsburgh Pirates in the World Series is next.

1938: The Philadelphia Phillies clinch a sub-.500 mark for the 16th straight year.

1951: With the Giants splitting a double-header in St. Louis, the Dodgers and Clem Labine defeat the Cincinnati Reds 7-0, to lead the National League by six games. Comfortable? I think not.

1955: Sandy Koufax and Johnny Podres are the losing pitchers as the Dodgers are swept a twin-bill by Cincinnati, 5-3 and 9-0. Brooklyn leads the NL and the Milwaukee Braves by 14 games. Comfortable? Thankfully, yes.

1955: Ted Williams records hit number 2000.

1956: Reds’ Frank Robinson hits his 38th home run, tying him with Wally Berger for the National League rookie record.

1959: Wally Moon hits three homers in a Dodgers double-header sweep of the Bucs. In game one, Los Angeles beats Elroy Face to snap his consecutive game win streak going back to 1958 at 22. He would finish the season 18-1. Roberto Clemente is hitless in eight at bats. Meanwhile, Robin Roberts pitches a three-hit shutout, besting the Giants’ Mike McCormick 1-0, and the Dodgers move to within half a game of San Francisco.

1962: Maury Wills steals his 90th base of the season.

1963: Wills goes 4-5 as the Dodgers beat Pittsburgh 9-4, and L.A. holds a three-game lead over the Cardinals.

1966: Nolan Ryan fans Pat Jarvis for the first strikeout of his career.

1969: Gary Gentry shuts out the Montreal Expos 4-0, as the team to be known later as the Miracle Mets take a two-game lead over the Chicago Cubs.

1974: Andy Messersmith improves to 17-6 as the Dodgers beat the Giants 5-4, and lead the NL West and the Reds by four.

1985: Hit number 4192 for Pete Rose. No word on the odds.

1986: There are no pennant races in baseball as the Red Sox, Angels and Astros lead their respective divisions by nine games. The Mets have already clinched the NL East and lead the Phils by 22.

1987: With his 30th stolen base Mets’ third baseman Howard Johnson becomes the sixth National Leaguer with 30 steals and 30 home runs in the same season. The others to date are Henry Aaron, Bobby Bonds, Eric Davis, Willie Mays and Dale Murphy.

1988: Kirk Gibson goes 3-4, with a homer off Tom Browning, as the Dodgers beat the Reds 5-3, and hold a five-game lead over Houston. In his next start five days later, Browning throws a perfect game against Los Angeles. The 1-0 losing pitcher and eventual World Series hero Tim Belcher records a complete game three-hitter.

1996: Soon-to-be NL Most Valuable Player Ken Caminiti homers from both sides of the plate, for the fourth time that season. It is believed that he was on steroids at the time. Exactly eight years and one month to the day later, he was dead.

1998: Kevin Malone becomes general manager of the Dodgers.

2004: Barry Bonds homers twice and stands at 700 lifetime. Some say he was on steroids at the time.

2008: The Dodgers rest after having won 10 of 11, to go from four games behind Arizona to three and half up, on their way to a division crown.

2009: With 2722 hits, Derek Jeter passes Lou Gehrig to become the all-time Yankee leader in the category.

2010: Albert Pujols records 100 RBIs for the tenth consecutive season.

2010: With his 587th homer, Jim Thome passes Frank Robinson for eighth place on the career list.

2012: Ian Kennedy beat Clayton Kershaw 1-0 in Phoenix, the lone DBacks’ tally following an error by Hanley Ramirez.

The Seattle Mariners lead the majors as play was suspended on September 11th 2001 with a stirring 104-40 record, and would finish 116-46, only to lose to the Yanks in the American League Championship Series.

The day before, Darryl Kile pitched six scoreless innings to win his 14th game for the Cards, beating the Davey Lopes-managed Brewers, 8-0. Rookie Pujols went 2-4 in the game, his batting average standing at .333. And the A’s Barry Zito pitched a complete game seven-hitter to defeat the Alex Rodriguez-lead Texas Rangers 7-1 at Oakland.

The Dodgers were actually in a pennant race at the time, but would finish third at 86-76, behind San Francisco and the eventual World Champion Arizona Diamondbacks. Paul Lo Duca and Shawn Green were in the stretch run of career years. Chan Ho Park anchored a rotation which included Terry Adams, Kevin Brown, Eric Gagne and Luke Prokopec. Darren Dreifort was there too, kind of.

And remember, glove conquers all.

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Rob Manfred look-alike, known only as Dave.

Rob Manfred look-alike, known only as Dave.

A long-delayed tooth-capping procedure gone horribly, horribly wrong or the sinister doings of a ruthless chief of staff?

It’s yet to be determined, but the man you think is Rob Manfred is not Rob Manfred. He’s a dead-ringer look-alike for baseball’s commissioner-elect, rushed into the breach for the good of the country. And you are reading his words this very moment.

While I am known formally as Major Rudolf Rassendyll, you may call me Dave. I have not asked for the assignment before me, but I shall go forth to do what is right and just for the game of baseball which I so dearly love. Since I am married, I will not sleep with the first lady, Sigourney (well, perhaps some one-time-only heavy petting), but I will heed her advice, no doubt surprising her with a previously-unseen wisdom in the process.

Therefore, as we slog through the dog days of August, I hereby “fix” major league baseball, with a new day dawning on the land, while allowing for a fair amount of lead-time before the World Series. I’m nothing if not accommodating to the Fox Network, don’t chu know. And it’s the least I can do given that I’m about to slash broadcast, cable and satellite profits to only a Godly sum, as opposed to an un-Godly one.

Employing both the best interests of baseball authority available to all commissioners of baseball and the presidential executive order provision of the Constitution, I am assuming all power to do whatever I damn well please as of right bleeping now. Owners, you have created a monster, and you can eat my shorts. Specialty toppings extra.

My new rules are as follows:

1. Interleague play? Done, finito, kaput! One American League team is to meet one National League team, in a best-of-seven contest, known historically and poetically as the World Series. The remainder of the 2014 season will continue as scheduled, and that’s it. The Dodgers versus Angels, Yanks and Mets, Giants vs. A’s, and the ever-glorious Padres-Mariners series will be considered if held at a proper time, such as late-March, or never.

2. Immediately following their elimination from 2014 play, or the final out of the World Series, whichever comes first, it’s back to the AL for you, Milwaukee Brewers! All moving expenses paid, of course, but with an even number of teams in both leagues no longer required thanks to my first edict, the Senior Circuit washes its hands of Bud Selig’s old club, forever and always. You may keep your ridiculous home run slide celebration, sausage races and Ryan Braun.

3. State-of-the-art NL and AL offices are to open by Christmas Day, with locations to be determined by their respective presidents. Women and minorities and women who are also minorities are strongly encouraged to apply; current and former big league executives are not. Part-time telecommuting optional.

4. With his World Series jewelry and newly-unveiled Hall of Fame plaque adequately celebrated, Joe Torre is to be thanked for his contributions to the game and relieved of his duties as punishment czar and keeper of the illogical. An executive search will be conducted immediately. Extensive knowledge of baseball, 20/20 vision and an ability to operate DVR equipment mandatory. An appreciation for BABIP and a post-graduate degree preferred, but not required.

5. Arizona Diamondbacks-like retaliation at perceived slights of manliness are out. Bubble machines are in. Kirk Gibson, Tony La Russa and KevinTowers are out too. All reasonable proposals for franchise relocation and new ownership will be considered.

6. The Oakland A’s may move to San Jose. Or they may stay in Oakland, but they decide. The San Francisco Giants are removed from the equation. They are advised to be grateful for not being removed entirely.

7. Home field advantage in the World Series being determined by the winner of the All-Star Game? Whose brilliant idea was that? Never mind, it’s time to move forward, and suggestions are welcome. Items which have crossed my desk so far include awarding Series home field to the league which wins the Home Run Derby (I’ve nixed that one already), the old every-other-year framework, or based upon best record, along with a thoughtful set of tiebreakers. Since I hear such good things about the fine, young, upstanding group of writer-citizens, we’ll have the IBWAA decide.

8. Keeping peace in the family, the designated hitter rule shall remain in force, in the AL only.

9. The monstrosity known as the Major League Baseball Replay Review Regulations document is to be rewritten, stat. In time for the 2014 postseason. Interested writers should apply to me directly. Knowledge of AP style, an understanding of the apostrophe and a high school diploma required. No exceptions. Payment is $3 per word.

10. Current crew of replay review “specialists,” if you can call them that, get pink slips and a generous severance package. Recruitment process begins this afternoon, with experienced West Coast applicants receiving priority, because, well, we can’t have games decided by an intern in Manhattan who’s been struggling to keep (s)his eyes open during a Josh Beckett-pitched game until 2:00 a.m. local time, which is above and beyond the call.

11. Sandy Koufax gets his statue at Dodger Stadium.

12. Dodgers television blackout is lifted. Today, in time for a Clayton Kershaw start, which is fitting since Southern California has been deprived of his 2014 history making to this point. Either the club will renegotiate a lower fee for service or Time Warner Cable will take a monumental loss as punishment for its obnoxiousness. Or both; I haven’t decided yet.

Every TWC executive who played even a small role in the fiasco (look out, SportsNetLA Twitter person and public relations types!) shall pledge $1 million to the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge, do the deed with a smile by noon tomorrow, while repeating the following until they are Dodger Blue in the face and/or I until I say “for the love of God, stop”:

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Kershaw is a god, Yasiel Puig is great, I love Dee Gordon, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, grilled Dodgers Dogs only, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I love L.A., I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

13. Olivia Wilde.

14. All arbitrary MLB.tv and MLB Extra Innings blackout restrictions are permanently lifted. Baseball fans can watch whoever they want, wherever they want, whenever they want, as much as they want. This isn’t rocket science we’re talking about here. We rake in enough dough. It’s our job to make the customer happy. Period, end of discussion.

15. Dodgers are appointed new relievers, one right-handed and one left-handed. I’m objective and fair, but only to a point.

And remember, glove conquers all.

Love, Dave.

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Dee Gordon, Birthday Boy.

Booking a gambling holiday can be a tricky business as there are just so many great places for you to visit these days. As the rise of the internet has spread throughout the world more and more people are starting to play online casino games and so have found that the hobby is a great one to have.

This has since lead many people to want to go on holiday to a place where they can gamble in a real casino just like they have seen in the movies. But where should you choose to go? Here are a couple of great destinations for you to choose from.

When you think of gambling where do you picture – if not a site like Gaming Club then it has to be  Las Vegas. This is for a reason, Vegas is the gambling capital of the world and it’s easy to see why when you get there.

There are more sights and attractions for you to see than you could ever imagine, with hundreds of hotels, restaurants and of course casinos for you to choose from it can be a bit daunting but rest assured there is something for everyone.

With casinos such as the MGM Grand and the Bellagio there are places that you have seen in many films before and these casinos live up to their on screen image with huge casinos and massive amounts of luxury.

But if it’s true amounts of luxury that you are looking for then Monaco might be more your style with is rich and famous clientele casinos such as the Monte Carlo will make you forget about the troubles you might have at home and instead just feel true bliss with the awesome facilities and casinos that are offered there. This is a quieter, more refined place where luxury is the real reward.



Below is the text of a column I re-post every year around this time. The statistics are current as of March, 2013.

An old episode of Cheers starts with Coach off at the DMV, getting his driver’s license renewed. When he gets back to the bar, Sam asks him how it went. “They asked me for my kidneys, Sam! It used to be just ten bucks!!”

Well, it’s that time of year again, and while we won’t ask you for your kidneys, we’d like to at least broach this very important topic.

Spring is more than just the beginning of another baseball season, important as that is. April is always National Donate Life Month, and this year, April 21 to April 27 marks National Organ and Tissue Donor Awareness Week (NOTDAW). Please take the opportunity to talk to your family about the subject. It’s a difficult one to get into, but there’s no better time.

Let’s set the triple-crown stats aside for a second, and consider another big three. As of today, there are exactly 117,839 people on organ transplant waiting lists in the United States. Picture Dodger Stadium and Camden Yards, standing room only.

19 die each day. That’s like a section of Bleacher Bums splitting in the third inning of a September matinee against the Cards.

From the pool of what you might think are available organs from deaths in this country, only about 5% are termed brain-deaths, the standard used for transplantation. Out of that small number, only 1/2 of 1% are recovered and used to give life to someone on a waiting list. For a variety of reasons.

This much is sure. Carrying a donor card is great, but that in itself assures nothing. Family members still need to give the go-ahead, and in many cases, there’s been little or no discussion about the individual’s wishes, making an agonizing decision that much more difficult.

Yes, there are a few patients – human beings, actual people – who fall through the cracks and are let down by the system; by actual people who mess up. Those few cases make for sensational stories, which is the only reason you even hear about them in the first place. It is because these failings are so rare that they make news at all.

But this isn’t a sob story. It’s not about heart failure, if you will. It’s about heart success. The process works. It needs to work better, but it works.

I speak from what I know, OK, and I’m grateful. I was one of the lucky ones. There was a motorcycle accident somewhere in Los Angeles. The parents of a 19-year-old young man said yes, and within 48 hours, the young man’s heart was thriving inside the chest of a total stranger. His liver had saved the life of another; his kidneys, two more.

It was September 22, 1990. Tommy Lasorda’s 63rd birthday. The Dodgers were in a pennant race when they cut me open, and when I woke up hours later, that kidney was producing you-know-what like nobody’s business. A rather large sample size, if you know what I mean. OK, pee, if you don’t know what I mean.

Meanwhile, in a year when there was talk that the rest of the division was actually pulling for L.A. to lose, the San Diego Padres had rolled over both ends of a doubleheader to the eventual World Champion Cincinnati Reds, and that, my friends, was that. New life for me, sure, but no such luck for the Dodgers.

Like I said, I was one of the lucky ones. I joke about baseball in part because it’s a distraction from the serious stuff. As one of the lucky ones I enjoy that luxury. 117,839 others don’t. Not yet, anyway.

They say there are two times when you’re to be congratulated entering a hospital. One is when you’re having a baby. The other is when you’re having a transplant operation.

It’s spring, a time for optimism. We’re baseball fans. We all feel it. Maybe that’s why donor awareness comes up in April.

Coach got a little excited there. We’re not asking for your organs. Use them in good health. Take them to as many games as possible. Seatbelts fastened, please.

We’re not asking for money. Just talk to your family and make your wishes clear, if you’ve come to grips with them yourself. If you haven’t, please give it some thought. That’s all.

For more information, please visit DonateLife.net.

And remember, glove conquers all. Or at least, almost all.

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Poker Tourism


The World Poker Tour LA Poker Classic is in the process of wrapping up its main event on March 6 at the partypoker. The number of participants in this leg of the tour was 534 and at the time this article was written, the prize pool was at $5,126,400 with 19 players left. International poker tournaments like these are a sure way to attract poker players and spectators of the sport. But, does Los Angeles actually benefit from these tournaments?

Good for Tourism

A record of 42.2 million people visited Los Angeles in 2013 and is the 3rd consecutive record breaking year for tourism, according to a report by Manhattan Beach Patch. Tourism board officials are optimistic that the goal of 50 million visitors by 2020 is possible due to improved marketing efforts and public infrastructure. Not to be outdone, casinos in the Los Angeles area have become more competitive and the tribal owned casinos are booming and are now being developed as resort destinations. Is Los Angeles gearing toward an all-in-one vacation location like Las Vegas? Only time will tell.

The Online Threat

We’ve previously seen casino owners on the other side of the fence when it comes to dealing with online gambling. But recently, an article in the LA Times showed that even American Indian tribes have come around to the idea the legalizing internet poker, (similar to New Jersey), and licensing tribes and card clubs to offer it may be the best way to address the threat. Bluff reports that New Jersey has gained $8.4 million in revenue in 2013. The Borgata, partnered with partypoker, is the biggest winner in New Jersey, earning $3.75 million due to this much publicised partnership. Whether or not Los Angeles will follow suit, it’s clear that the numbers ARE significant enough for us to take notice.

The WPT and the WSOP are touring various locations this year to promote poker and give a boost to its waning fan base. There is talk among professionals that the recent champions have failed to do their part and promote poker and has instead led reclusive lives, often shying away from the media. Los Angeles’ growing tourism is clearly one of their major markets, with the WPT almost finished and the WSOP starting its run on March 6 at the Bicycle Casino. Poker tourism isn’t a bad way to go for LA and while it may not replace existing tourism plans, it can be a great supplement for it.

September 22, 1990. Three things happened in Los Angeles 23 years ago today.

One: Tommy Lasorda celebrated his 63rd birthday at the Ravine.

Two: The Dodgers gifted their skipper with a 6-3 victory over the hated Giants, Dennis Cook besting Mike LaCoss. Kirk Gibson went two for three while playing center field, with Juan Samuel contributing a homer among his three hits.

Three: Your humble scribe received the gift of life, after a year on dialysis, with a great and wonderful transplanted kidney, which to this day (thanks to my sister Analee for the naming suggestion) I call “Special K.”

And by the way, while I’m not always all that humble, as implied above, I certainly am today. Humble and grateful to the family of a young man who’d died tragically after a motorcycle accident the night before, for their incredibly caring and selfless gift.

I’ve thought about this a lot in the 23 years of my new life, and especially each year when I celebrate September 22 like a birthday. And I wasn’t the only one – there was a heart transplanted into a recipient that same day from that same young man, and presumably another kidney, a liver, two lungs and God knows what else – but it might very well be that I’m the longest surviving patient. Probably, in fact.

Twenty-three years is a long time for a cadaver kidney, and I have a responsibility to that family, and to the transplant community. I’ve thought about it a lot.

I take damn good care of that organ (yes, I pay more attention to certain organs than others; you can use your imagination as to which ones), taking it out for walks, to plenty of baseball games, and watering it regularly. I hope to take it to a bleeping World Series before much longer.

And I’m planning on 23 more of these birthdays. More, if I can help it. And I can help it. I struggle with diet and consistent exercise, but I know I have to keep trying. Move forward. Progress, not perfection, yes, but I have to keep trying.

There is no call to action in this blog post. I’m not asking you to send money to this organization or that, and I’m not going to give you some big schpiel about signing and carrying a donor card. You can do those things, certainly, and great if you do, but I’m not asking.

Talking to your family about your wishes is a good idea too. It’s a real good idea, in fact, so I’ll go ahead and make that suggestion. Please talk to your loved ones about your thoughts – and about theirs. Do you want to be a potential donor? Do they? If you haven’t decided, perhaps you can ponder awhile, and whatever you come up with is fine by me.

I will say this, however, and emphatically: the system works. The organ transplantation system works in this country. Not perfectly, but it works. Please don’t get caught up in the sensational, and often fictional stuff you may see in a “Law & Order” episode or wherever. The system works, and I am “living, smiling proof.”

They say there are two times when you are to be congratulated walking into a hospital. One is when you’re having a baby; the other when you’re arriving for a transplant operation.

I felt congratulated when greeted by the good people of UCLA (Go Bruins!) that beautiful Saturday morning, September 22, 1990, and it made a difference. Special K starting functioning – with pee, glorious pee flowing by the bucket full – almost from the moment they hooked me up with that extension cord thing, and it hasn’t stopped since.

I’m just extremely grateful to my support system of family and friends, to the many doctors and nurses in my two cities of L.A. in San Diego these 23 years, and to the family who made the call. And I wanted to share with you.

Now, can Special K and I have a World Series to attend, please. Finally. Is that too much to ask? See what you can do, Dodgers.

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Twenty-four years ago tomorrow – on May 10, 1989 – and after 23 games, same as the 13-20 Los Angeles Dodgers have played now, the Toronto Blue Jays were 11-21, in sixth place in the American League East, three games behind the 13-17 Baltimore Orioles and five back of the division leading Boston Red Sox. L.A. currently trails the fourth place San Diego Padres by 2 ½ games, and stands 6 ½ behind the San Francisco Giants now.

The Blue Jays bottomed out at 21-31 on May 31, 1989, before turning it around to win the division with a record of 89-73.

I remember it only because I happened to be in Chicago in mid-May of 1989 for the NRA convention, of all things. No joke; that’s the National Restaurant Association, if you’re scoring. My life-long friend, Charles Hayman, flew in from New York, and I from L.A. to enjoy The Windy City for the first time. We stayed at the Palmer House, did the town and hit the aisles of the convention center to view such things as – and I remember this distinctly – an egg yolk separating device that looked and functioned exactly like a toilet. No shit, pun intended.

We watched two last place teams face off at old Comiskey – which to this day is my favorite of the old parks I’ve visited, just dripping with history and a great old-ballpark smell – Toronto versus the then-17-23 White Sox, who finished the season in the AL West basement.

Friday, May 19, 1989. The Blue Jays (the “Jays” term wasn’t in use at the time) beat the Sox, 9-3, Mike Flanagan over Eric King. Cito Gaston and Jeff Torborg were the skippers. Llyod Moseby had three hits for the winners, the big blow coming on a three-run home run by Tony Fernandez. Kelly Gruber homered too.

I bring this up as solace to the inconsolable Dodger fan, because God knows we need solace. Solace, a serious win streak, a month of inspired play, the removal of a useless infielder or two and maybe a reason for living.

Toronto was still under .500 at 58-59 on August 13 but managed to finish the month 72-62. They went 17-11 the rest of the way, before falling to the eventual World Series winning Oakland Athletics.

I don’t know if the Dodgers have a turnaround like that in them, but what I’ve provided is but one of countless examples of how it might happen. With no game tonight, let’s keep a good thought.

And remember, glove conquers all.