For what it’s worth, talking about the Dodgers clinching the West might be a day late and a dollar short, with all eyes on what’s going on with the Phils, Brewers and Mets. But this drawing took me a while to get where I wanted it to be. I feel this image perfectly captures the feeling of the Dodgers in 2008. Seeing our younger players get onto the October stage, of course with help from Manny. The oddity of clinching the division while driving to the ballpark. And the milk, well, I’m not sure what that’s about, but it evokes the Indy 500 winner’s circle in a strange way.
But getting there is only the beginning, we’ll see what happens once things get rolling. One thing I can say, though, is I think these guys aren’t carrying the 20-year old monkey-on-the-back that has haunted the franchise. And with legitimate offensive threats in our lineup, as well as an awesome pitching staff and great bullpen, the Dodgers have the chance to do some long-term damage, not the limping-into-the-playoffs performance we had in ’06.
Now it’s just the Giants, then waiting to see who we face. With all the rain back east, I heard on the radio that the Dodgers might fall into a scenario where they take to the air not knowing what city their flight will end up. If deciding games go into extra innings, that means the Dodgers will have a layover at O’Hare International Airport in Chicago until the game’s been decided. Strange for sure.
But (and here comes the Great Cliche) October 1st, it’s a new season, and all eight teams are equal. I’m ready, but I think the fans in San Francisco want two more chances to get the last digs at their “hated Dodgers” before it’s all done. Me, I’ll be working during the first half of the game, so I guess I might be missing out on the fun. Those Dodgers-Giants games are almost always worth the price of admission.
Just putting up a quick post while I run some errands and get back to the drawing board well before gametime…
The last couple of decades that the Dodgers have had, it’s strange to be on this side of the Magic Number bubble. Even though the number is 3 (thanks to the STL RedBirds!), I remember that there’s no guarantee in that. The Media seems to be dead convinced that the Dodgers have their ticket punched. I’ll be convinced when it’s clinched, but that doesn’t mean I’m sweating it. This cautious optimism is less “cautious” and more “optimistic”.
Things are definitely looking up now, though. As George Carlin once said (as Rufus at the start of “Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure”), “The air is clean, the water’s clean, even the dirt is clean.” That’s how it feels right now. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, and it’s tempered by remembering how competitive our division has been to begin with. But when October comes, the slate is clean, and it’s just 3 more series to win.
Maybe 3 IS a magic number.
But last night for us commenter at the Inside the Dodgers blog, the magic number was 27. We were talking game time, and 27 kept popping up. It was Matt Kemp’s 24th birthday (jersey number 27), it was one of the posters’ 27th home game, 2 posters had a birthday on the 27th, and I’m 27, and I was wearing a Jimi Hendrix (27 club member, morbid, but still a 27) t-shirt that was blue, as Vin Scully entered the 2nd inning to Hendrix’s cover of Bob Dylan’s “All Around the Watchtower” in the background.
Either all those 27’s paid off, or baseball superstition’s made me crazy. Either way, I enjoyed the Jimi Hendrix Experience, the Doors and Nirvana today at work (all 3 have lead singers/guitarists who are in that infamous 27 club). Just in case…
Be back soon