[Kevy Baby]

So, I am pulling out of the parking structure this evening to hear that the Dodgers have a 5-1 lead over San Diego going into the bottom of the ninth down at Petco Park. Cool - sounds like they are going to avoid a sweep.

By the time I hit Ball and Harbor, I decide to stop in the Chevron station for a snack since I am a little peckish. As I going in, the Padres have a runner on first. No biggie; they only need to get three outs and I am a happy camper.

By the time I get out (I was stuck behind a flat-bed hauler driver who is carrying a brand spanking new Maserati and the guy doesn't have enough money to buy a pack of cigarettes - I just loved the irony), the bases are loaded and there are no outs. OK - not a great situation, but they have a four run lead - they can afford to give up a run or two.

So, I have a painful ride home listening to the Dodgers give up one run, then two more on a ground-rule double and then another to give up the lead (the score is now tied). I listened as Jonathan Broxton pitched to a full count to Russell Branyan.

And then I heard Charlie Steiner announce the pitch and then simply, "the game is over."

Sonofabitch.