Last night's game made me sick

hotline.jpgI've never seen anything like it in all my years of watching beisbol games. (not even with glasses on) I mean come on- the Dodgers hit four, (count 'em) 4 home runs in the ninth inning. I am talking back to back to back to back home runs. 4 in a row. I left The San Diego music awrds show in time to catch the last 5 innings of the game. I drove straight to a Mexican restaurant that was showing it and ordered a couple of chile rellenos and a glass of tea. I was cheering loudly and whooping and holllering into the bottom of the ninth inning because The Padres had a commanding 9 to 5 lead. Then lightening struck. As I watched the Dodgers tie the game iI wanted to throw my chair through the window. Then The Padres came back to score a run in the 10th and take a 10 to 9 lead only to squander it once again by giving up another round trippper in the bottom of the 10th to Nomar. A two run shot that killed us. My Dad is in Halifax Nova Scotia and I don't even want to call him. He will be laughing so hard and jumping up and down and I can't bear to hear it. I felt as though a stake was driven through my heart. This game is built to break your heart. My friend Tim Flannery (the play by play announcer for The Padres) called me at the beginning of the season this year and left a message on my answering machine. In it he describes how a I pitch a no-hitter in the big leagues for the Pads. It hearkens back to better days. I listened to it last night all alone at 3 in the morning when I couldn't sleep because of illness and it almost made me smile. I would like to share it with you. LISTEN HERE The padres have never had a no-hitter so it's fun to pretend that I threw the first and have our play by play guy call it. It still doesn't get rid of the sick feeing I have in my stomach today. I'll be at the game tonight. There's always tonight. There are only 13 games left in the regular season. Somebody send me some crisis counseling type people. yours is crisis, SJJP