Last night was me and the girlfriend’s two-year anniversary (which is really meaningless if you’re not married but that’s beside the point). We celebrated with a nice dinner at Opal (easily the best restaurant in town) and followed that up an exciting Dodger victory. Or, at least I followed it up with a Dodger victory; Marsh took an early exit to the showers and bed. As I danced around the living room after Russ Mart skidded across home just ahead of Taguchi’s strong throw from left I again wondered why in the holy hell JT isn’t playing The Beefcake every day. The Beefcake plays better D than the perpetually miffed Juan Pierre and he can, you know, hit the ball out of the infield, which is a nice skill set to have. Also I’ve looked at all the pics online and I don’t see JP in the scrum surrounding Ethier after the game—anybody catch him out there?
Speaking of the girlfriend, she gave me my favorite Olympic moment so far last night—transcript below:
Jess: Why are they doing all this swimming?
BG: They do the swimming stuff first week, track and field the second week.
Jess: When do they do the shock put?
BG: The what?
Jess: Shock put? Is that not it? Shot puck? Pook shut?
BG: Are you kidding me? “Pook shut”? That is what you are coming with? Unreal.
