It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over (and Then It's Over)

Before I go into my recap of last night, please read about my friend's awesome day yesterday. I think you will like it. Give her some comment love!

Last night, the Dodgers played the Cleveland Indians, which is a pretty big deal, given that interleague play (aside from with the Angels) is a fairly rare occurrence during the normal season.

We sat in the first row of the Loge section near the right field foul pole.

We could see the visiting bullpen from our seats.


These yahoos amused us all night.

All night long, this group of little girls above us kept screaming, "Ethier! Ethier!"


Since I know most of you don't care about baseball, I won't bore you with my usual frame-by-frame pitching and batting pics. Here's the food. I know you like food.

Louisiana Red Hot. Spicy. Juicy. Sausage-y.

Camacho's nachos with chicken with no sour cream, no beans, no salsa, no fun -- the way Mr. Monkey likes it. In contrast, I like everything on my nachos.

Ice cream cookie sandwich. 500 calories all for Mr. Monkey.


Mango Italian ice from the South Street stand. Refreshing in the heat, but not really that great. Too sweet. Very artificial-tasting. I had two bites and handed it to Mr. Monkey.

The Dodgers played terribly. The Indians led 4-0 for the longest time against young Clayton Kershaw until the Dodgers finally rallied to tie. But even Takashi Saito couldn't save the day. The Indians won in 10 innings, 6-4.

The yahoos were really happy.