Offense. Runners on base who came around to score. Runs. More than one. For consecutive games. Yeah, I don't know what happened either. If you were drunk on Sunday at The Ravine and it felt like you were dreaming passed out on a stranger's lawn walking home, with so many runs across the plate in one day or maybe you found yourself late Tuesday night mind suspended in the strange and distant world of a three game winning streak, with the hopeful assistance of psychedelic dope, it was probably a nice break in the interminably monotonous chain of shit play that your Los Angeles Dodgers have been living in the last two months(and since last summer at least.)
The following evening, they were held scoreless by a winless Jimenez with his earned run average coming in at five. Then, a day off before taking it to the mean and formerly important streets of Cincinnati, beginning a daunting road trip with their shitty line-up, their frustrated starters and the youthful emergency crew of young relievers in tact. These relievers have been touted all week because...they're isn't much else to tout about. (James Loney hit his 2nd home run? McCourt makes payroll?) I hope these kids hang in there, I don't really hate any of them yet. Maybe Rubby De La Rosa can play catcher too.
We'll see if they continue this offensive surge or else lose 2 to 1 the next ten games. Every time they strand runners and pull hamstrings will erase any notion that there was any impulse of positivity in the first place.
But the chaotic wheels of fate could always turn in their favor, however doubtful we are on the outside looking in. A decent road trip, staying afloat in a shit division, anything new, exciting or not resembling the way they've played as a team thus far would be galvanizing as fuck. We'll see on June 12th.
The next few games will be potentially annoying, on top of all the other shit going on in your life. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, or...