Last night was Yu's turn to get hammered. First inning, three dingers. Freeman, bam. Will Smith, bang. And Justin Turner for an encore. He still ate up six innings and struck out 10, but every run (especially first inning) that our starting pitchers give up is deadly.
We have scored four total runs on offense in three games in L.A.. We started Yu and Musgrove and Snell, and we will try to salvage one game with the help of Gore, a rookie. Feel lucky? Did we overachieve earlier in the season? Could be. We won six against the Reds, five against the Cubs, and seven versus Arizona. I don't think there's any doubt that the Dodgers are the litmus test in baseball right now. The Mets will lose in the end because they're the Mets (as my New York friends remind me whenever I congratulate them on a big win), the Yankees are too top heavy with their power. Maybe Houston, although we have always matched up well against them.
The Dodgers are playing cat-and-mouse with us right now, with the Dodgers starring as the kitty. So you think you can outrun me? Meow, ha ha ha. Okay, here's what we'll do: I'll give you a little head start. Awww, now, c'mon Mickey, I know you have very tiny legs, but I can give you more of a lead than that. Ten yards, there, I swear to God I'm giving it away. Ready or not, here I come! From there, just follow the script: the mouse runs, the cat reaches the rodent with a few strides, and the mouse is flung into the air before it eventually lands on its head. The mouse can't even hear the cat chuckle through the constant ringing in its ears, nor can it see the Dodgers cap on its head. Before its neck is broken, the mouse shakes its head in wonder. What just happened? I was waaay faster than him. You saw that, didn't you? That cat is too big and stupid. Why, the next time I'll... (Crrrrrraccck. The sound of the mouse's neck being broken.) The cat tosses the mouse into the corner and goes after bigger game, like that damn squirrel in the backyard. That, in essence, is life with the Dodgers in your division.
Tyler Anderson went to 9-1 with 6 1/3 pitched and one run allowed, the latest cat to shut us down. We all seem to suck at once. Cron was a big, fat 0-for-5, Voit hit another garbage dinger. We outhit them, but have little to no power while failing miserable in the clutch. We are getting crushed by them. I don't feel miserable about it, either, mind you. It is what it is. They are a superior team, period. We have to try harder. Or get a damn GM who knows how to assemble a team.
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