Look pretty good, huh? Well, they still won't let me near the stadium or team...at least not as much as I should be. And I gotta tell you, that aggravates me. Last time I was involved, we were in first place, outplaying everyone. Now? Donny Yankees sent us slipping to 2nd place, behind the Giants. I know we have a long way to go, but don't get the Giants involved in your plans...unless it's to just beat them!
Well, we're off to New York to play the Mets, and I had enough sitting on the bench. So, my wife and I accepted an invitation from Rao's restaurant to a gala celebration for their new Vodka Sauce in stores. It was just a coincidence the Dodgers were in town; at least that's what I told Ned.
Friday and Saturday, we take care of the Mets as we should, but Sunday Donny starts playing "everyone gets a turn at pitching" - and I couldn't believe it. I kept one of the waiters nearby, Antonio, and kept handing him cash to give me the score. OK, I gotta think of something. So, I figure every time I get the feeling we're in a bind, I'll take a spoonful of sauce. I'm not shoving down pasta, so no concerned looks from everyone. Next thing I know, Antonio comes back to the table and says "they winning, 8'ah to 3." I nod, smile, try to keep my composure. Of course, I DIDN'T notice I'd consumed a salad bowl full of sauce. You hear that, Doc? No bread or nothing. I get Antonio's attention one last time, and he takes the bowl away. Next thing happens...here comes the owner.
"Well, congratulations, Mr. Lasorda, the Dodgers swept the Mets!"
My wife turns to me, "Hey, isn't that a great surprise?"
It's a surprise to everyone but me!
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