Game 1, Friday, September 24, my living room
The Dodgers have lost seven of 11 coming into this series. I'm reeling.
Gil Hodges has been narrating my dreams.
This morning, I looked in the mirror and I saw Brian Johnson's evil mug staring back at me.
Two nights ago, after Jake Peavy and the Padres put us in a headlock, I paced for hours in the garage, swinging a bat, throwing a ball against the wall, and hurling real epithets at a thousand imaginary Joe Morgans.