I-15 Misery

A Sunday afternoon drive home from Las Vegas found Charlie Steiner echoing across the desert airwaves. The Dodgers, thanks in part to a ninth inning outburst, had suddenly found themselves three outs away from a second consecutive Division title. Then suddenly, like the I-15 freeway just outside of Primm, the momentum screeched to a halt, and the Dodgers proceeded to wilt under the realization that the sweet taste of champagne was three outs away.

Four hits off Jonathan Broxton, coupled with errors by Furcal and Ethier, made the journey home more frustrating than Renee, the blackjack dealer at the Golden Nugget, who forgot that dealer busting is a critical part of my blackack success.