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sunshine jen: Garlic Fries
Saturday night, my Aunt and I went to our first Dodger game of the season. Even though all is not right in Dodgerland with the McCourt divorce and a ragtag pitching staff, I was looking forward to sitting back and watching some baseball in the blue seats.
The Dodgers this year are currently in the NL West basement. They are like the Phantom of the Major Leagues---hiding in the catacombs under the opera house with so much talent but so little way to express it. Or even more simply, their pitching is more mediocre than teeny bopper pop.
Still, I don’t want to sound like an old curmudgeon baseball fan. I do think the Dodgers will eventually climb out of the basement. They might not end the season on top (Lincecum. Lincecum. Lincecum!), but I think they could end up in the dining room or maybe even the guest bedroom. They’ll pull it together. Yeah, maybe.
Anyway, I was excited about seeing some Think Blue baseball. In addition to witnessing the heroic batting trio of Ethier, Kemp, and Loney, I was looking forward to eating a dodger dog and some garlic fries. Oh, I love the garlic fries at Dodger Stadium. They’re greasy garlicy artery clogging glory. I can never eat a whole serving because at some point my stomach turns knots, but oh yeah, they are good.
Here, I took a picture of the garlic fries. That’s a great all beef dodger dog on the left and a diet coke on the right.
We were right behind home plate. I wonder if the umpires were talking about garlic fries.
By the way, the Dodgers won. The pitching held, and Ethier had a really nice three run homer. Manny didn’t play. He’s on the DL.
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