(This late post is brought to you by my inability to locate things like my scorebook, the basic reason for writing this.)
Thanks to my good friends Kelly and Gemma, I was able to make my first pilgrimage to Dodger Stadium last weekend to see Clayton Kershaw take on Kyle McClellan. It also gave me an excuse to wear my ‘42 Pelicans jersey and test out my Eephus League scorebook while sitting in seats close enough to touch Tommy Lasorda:
Frozen in baseball awe, I was unable to move from my seat and extend my hand. When finished with his duties as Pope of Baseball, Lasorda then stood at the top of the Dodgers dugout, took James Loney’s glove, and, I assume, proceeded to tell him how he should play the field. Lasorda’s still got it. Our seats also offered us an excellent vantage point of Frank McCourt, but for a variety of reasons, I felt no need to snap his picture.
Never a neat scorekeeper, my biggest flaw, this evening was especially messy. There are missed plays, ketchup stains, and I had to switch between three different writing implements, making my scorebook look like the napkin of a deranged child at Bennigan’s. While this is certainly not a historical baseball document, it will be a shining beacon to friendship.
Because of the lateness of the game recap, here are some notes:
This post is syndicated from Old Time Family Baseball.