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Dodgers Dispatched, Celebrating Fan Eats Everything

How about that huge guy sitting two rows behind home plate!?  Clad in nothing but black and a Giants cap, the beloved Hutt must have irritated tv-bound Angelenos to no end as they watched him shake his hat at the centerfield camera in the 9th.

It’s one thing to get swept by the hated rivals from NorCal, but to get broomed while Mr. Chubs heckles all that is Dodgers has got to hurt.  From my view, it looked tremendous.

Aside from our chubby buddy in the second row, the Giants made a statement themselves by sustaining their win streak (currently at 8) and vaulting themselves to the top of the National League Western Division.

Before tonight, they only hit .239 as a team.  Pitching, however, has gotten them out of their 1-6 dismal beginning to ’07 as their starters have gone at least 5 innings in every start and Armando Benitez has miraculously posted 7 saves in 7 chances.  Even though Benitez’s WHIP is far from cool (1.44 but falling in his last two appearances), the big guy with a pajama uniform has *cough, cough, gasp* done his job.  (Weird.)  The setup men have also shone since their implosion in Colorado 9 games ago.

What the deuce is going on here?  I guess I shouldn’t ask but, rather, enjoy.

After my postings regarding the Dodgers hottest fan, Alyssa Milano, LA folks were quick to remind me that the Giants don’t have any hottie fans.  True, but our corpulent comrade in the second row can eat your Dodger hotties like a bucket of McNuggets.  Speaking of eating, I’m still waiting for Alyssa to get back to me regarding the dinner she owes me.

Now, the first place Giants head to the desert to face the Diamondbacks — a team with no real identity and 50 different uniforms (and all bad).

Days Without Milano’s Acknowledgment of Dinner at The Ivy: 2


Alyssa Milano Must Buy Me Dinner!

Now I’m not kidding.  Feel free to give me suggestions as to what I should order at the Ivy.  Thanks to Barry Bonds and fantastic late inning pitching, my meal is on Alyssa Milano.  Giggity goo!

I started looking at the menu after Bonds put one into orbit in the first inning to give the Giants a 4-0 lead.  Those LA fans who were all set to arrive in the third inning probably turned around and drove home to watch the sunset (instead of a great game between two NL West rivals).  I lost my appetite, though, after Noah Lowry wobbled through 4 innings and allowed the Dodgers to tie the game at 4 runs apiece. 

Alyssa must have been licking her chops.

And Randy Wolf’s curveball just got filthier by the second and Grady Little couldn’t pull him soon enough!  The thought of an ex-Philly and his Tommy-John-surgically-repaired-arm depriving me of the wine list was enough to make me almost silently weep.  No clinking glasses, no declaring that I am the boss.

Thankfully, Lowry found his curve, the setup men kept the Dodger faithful silent and Armando (yes, Armando) sat the Dodgers down in order for a perfect ninth.  I couldn’t help but think about dessert and getting through the paparazzi who will undoubtedly be waiting for Alyssa and me as we depart our evening supper on a lazy summer evening.

Jeeze, that means I’ll need a slick outfit so I’ll look great when we’re splashed all over the pages of OK! and US WEEKLY!

Once Milano gets a load of these posts, though, I’ll probably have to contend with a restraining order instead of selcting culinary delights and high fashion.  Before her legal team tries to thwart our Hollywood hof brau, this Giants fan is going to sit back and savor what the team has served for 7 consecutive games:  wins.