The matchup: Dodgers vs Giants (8.25.16)
Special Guest: My buddy Devin. (He’s a Giants fan but he’s OK.)
Snacks: My first-ever Phillippe’s French dip, some sunflower seeds, and a Shocktop.
Giveaway: Corey Seager bobblehead!
Memorable Moment: Corey Seager bringing a ray of sunshine back to Dodger Stadium on an otherwise lousy day by busting up Matt Moore’s no hitter with two outs in the bottom of the ninth.
RECAP: This is the chat I had with my buddy John as I struggled to summon the motivation to go to the game following the shocking trade of A.J. Ellis.
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During my 16 years as a Dodger fan, the A.J. trade is the only one that has ever truly hurt. It was such a sudden, unexpected gut punch that, to put things in Top Gun terms, it’d be like if Viper strolled into the Officer’s Club and snapped Goose’s neck the moment he and Maverick finished singing “You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling.”
Ever since the Mets knocked the Dodgers out of the playoffs last season, A.J. has been my favorite player and it was all an accident how that came about.
Following the final out, I kicked it with John (the same one as above) at his car for an hour or so while we waited for the parking lot gridlock to clear. Since not a single Mets nor Dodger fan left early, everyone was stuck in place which just compounded the dread.
Emotions around us ranged from jubilant Mets fans to tears from Dodger fans young and old to flat out rage from one fan who really wanted to make good on his vocal desire to jump Don Mattingly when he exited the stadium.
John and I floated in the middle of the spectrum. We were just two bummed fans who saw the Dodgers come up short a third year in a row. We made banal small talk to fill the occasional gap of silence in the melee that engulfed us and turned our sights to the next big priority of the year- the new Star Wars movie. Things were already looking up.
Once cars finally started moving, we said our goodbyes and I headed over to where I was parked. As I Froggered across the road that rings the stadium, I stopped next to an SUV’s bumper to make sure the driver saw me before proceeding.
We made eye contact and I really wish we hadn’t.
A.J. was behind the wheel.
In an instant, I’ve never felt so bad for someone in my entire life.
His face was blank. Only his eyes betrayed the emotions he was trying to hide following another all-or-nothing game that ended with nothing. His wife Cindy sat next to him and stared off into the black sky that hung over Chavez Ravine. In the backseat you could see the tops of three little heads. It was going to be a long ride home.
A.J. waved me by. He was on full autopilot.
I paused halfway across the span of his hood and gave him a small fist pump. Don’t know why I did that but it felt right.
A.J. didn’t crack a smile but his mouth creased just enough to acknowledge the gesture.
On with the recap:
The slow ride into the abyss of despair
Nothing says stereotypical melancholy like listening to The Royal Tennenbaums soundtrack on the subway.
Drifting to the stadium, I crossed paths with Phlippe’s. So that’s where it is.
Bad news.
Let’s call this one caged paradise.
The French Dip was good but couldn’t make the misery go away.
Number 17 doesn’t live here anymore.
Why the number 3? The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, duh. 12 years of catechism is still paying off.
These two Giants fans were not at all obnoxious about the no-hitter that was in-progress.
Why settle for a lowly tear drop when you can tattoo what looks like an entire resume of felonies across your face?
At least my buddy Devin was having a good time.
How tense was the scene with a no-hitter going into the bottom of the ninth? Newspaper Guy set his paper aside and watched the game from the edge of his seat.
Then, with two outs and nearly every shred of hope flushed down the toilet, Corey Seager brought the color back to Dodger Stadium and gave fans something worth cheering about- a bloop single to right.