Custer Wins Little Big Horn!

That's right.

The boys in orange turned out to be true Dodgers, stepping out of the way of another loss and coming from behind to beat the Braves 2-1.

And I thought I was going to have to post a picture of an Indian scalping a frontiersman. Instead, we can soak in the gory magnificence of this fine piece of art.

Now, I don't want to take too much credit for my managerial skills. However, I will do more than hint at them.

All season, D.G., Mike (our head coach) and myself have been letting some kids who are not necessarily good pitchers...ok, some have never pitched before...take the hill to start the game. It's great to give the lil' guys a chance to chuck, but, the result has often been a huge deficit that the Dodgers have had to crawl back from right from the first inning.

So, on Saturday, I told Mike to throw our best pitcher first to keep the Dodgers from deflating and losing enthusiasm before the second inning. He agreed. Our best pitcher threw 3 innings, giving up two runs (much better then the 5 or so usually given up by the second). The Dodgers stayed sharp and upbeat and I have to believe even if we lost, the kids would have had fun because they wouldn't have been blown out.

So what does new strategy mean? Well, two things. First, that we should start our stud like every baseball team since the game was invented. Second, D.G. wasn't at the game. He was closing on his new house while our steal of a player, Ethan, closed out the last three innings. So, without his mind, we won. I heard rumblings from the beat reporters and that some coaches are talking about sending D.G. down to the minors.

Alright, they're my rumblings. But I don't pull the strings. Yet. No need to give up moustache wax yet, broham.

The infield was once again superb, looking like pros. The outfield, however, continues to react to fly balls like sloths. They just don't move for anything. Ever.

If the Dodgers can start swinging bats with arms instead of wet noodles, we might be on to something here.

But that can wait till next game. Till then, I'm just going to enjoy the lingering scent of my victory cigar on my fingertips, and the taste of my victory Sam Adams Summer Ale on my lips.