Bittersweet Night
So a few of us (DK, PScott, Wonsabang) went to game 4 of the NLCS to watch our Dodgers beat the Phillies. It was thrilling, and we were on top UNTIL the 8th… There were a combination of things to point fingers at, but Broxton did it for me. I mean, come on, he’s our closer, and he gives up a HR to the pinch hitter. Yea it happens, but seriously… I don’t know, maybe we’re too young. It doesn’t matter, we’ll just have to take it in 7.
So we lost, and our post game plans at King Taco seems to be a bust at this point. Until DK’s friend, who works at the stadium, gets us into a post game party for media, Dodger alumni, random people, etc. We put on our VIP wrist bands, walk in, and there he is…THE Tommy Lasorda! Just sitting there eating his lobster. After a brief huddle, we gather our balls and decide to go up to him. He was so cool! He stood up right away, and just started talking to us. I wish I had said more, but all that I could force out of my dumb mouth was, “Hi Tommy!”. I shook his hand. I SHOOK HIS HAND. To top it off, there was free food, including Dodger Dogs, and open bar. So although we lost, this sort of made up for it. Honestly though, I would’ve rather had the win. Anyway, God is good, and God loves the Dodgers, so we’ll take it in 7.
Tommy! Looks kind of confused though…
No party tonight…
A representation of my soul after the game.