OK, watching this game was a bit of a switch-up for me since the Angels are our hometown rivals, but the Dodgers are on the road today and I couldn’t let Memorial Day go by without watching a game. As a child, I spent every single Memorial Day at my grandparents’ house by the beach, watching my uncle burn the steaks and corn on the cob on the BBQ and listening to Vin Scully call the game over background noise consisting of squabbling cousins and barking poodles. Carrying on that grand tradition, I settled in to watch the “Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim” (sorry, but that name will always be in quotes, for me) battle Seattle. Coming off their series against the Yankees, they looked kinda beat. I was willing to find hotness, friends, but I struggled. Casey Kotchman is almost OK but he loses points for blandness. Ya know ya gotta have either youthful enthusiasm or old-hand blase attitude, or you can change it up and have youthful blase or old-hand enthusiasm, but you gotta have somethin’. Erwin Santana’s evil juju gameface had caught my eye in a previous game but he was nowhere to be found (pitching tomorrow, I think.) I had no choice but to turn to the Mariners, who were winning 12-4 through most of the game. What did I see?? Several cuties in the dugout who never came out to the light of day…I just hate that. It’s like being at a smorgasbord with your mouth sewn shut. Miguel Batista who has those sexy light eyes (and according to MLB.com has authored a book of poetry in his native Spanish!) on the mound. And of course Beltre’s two home runs. Did you know he used to be a Dodger?
All in all, the best cute (as opposed to hot) moment was watching that Angels guy (forgot his name) making his major league debut and getting on base. You could tell he was STOKED but trying to stay cool. Enthusiasm is hot, man! Enjoy the moment.
