Victory!

After the crushing defeat handed to the D-Boys in our home opener against the Mets, D.G. and I didn't know what to expect when we got to the field for warmups last night.

Would the team be solemn? Would the team be out for vindication? Would the team be out on the field?

Yes.

The Dodgers, like pros, had put Saturday's big loss behind them and were eager to play. And, their effort yielded them a 14-2 victory over the brand-new-to-the-league Phillies.

It's Coach D.G. and I's first "w" since taking over the team.

Usually, we're the kind of guys who would plan ahead so that celebrating such an occasion would be celebrated properly with fine scotch, a Hemingway cigar and the finest meats in the land.

But, we didn't and the milestone was marked with buffalo wings, an order of "mini-tacos", and cheap mexican beer which we drank long into the night.

Willie, one of our players, was probably doing the same.

I guess we did celebrate properly afterall.

Highlights:

"E"--the kid nobody wanted last year on their team except for D.G. and I-- pitched a gem of a game. The Phils couldn't touch him. Those who could get the bat on the ball had their dreams of launching a comeback dashed by great defensive play. "E" also hit a towering home run to left field which electrified the crowd of literally tens of people and a shaggy dog.

Almost everybody got a hit today off the Phils, who started the game with a slow-ball hurling version of Satchel Paige...if Satchel was a wealthy, short, white kid. The kid had an old-school delivery which included a high leg kick and swinging his throwing arm wayyyyy back around his back.

Lowlights:

We had a cryer. Our relief pitcher, who is a Slap-Nut Brother was hot and cold on the mound. When D.G went out to calm him down by telling him to "Get his head out of his ass" he leveled out. Then he walked in a run because the bases were loaded. That's when the tears started flowing like, well, like cheap celebratory mexican beer.