It's funny, the feeling of watching a ballgame.  Two nights ago, against Lincecum, I felt like the Dodgers had it locked up against Lincecum, but it didn't work out, and I was pissed.  Last night, for reasons I can't express well, I felt like the Dodgers were lucky to be in the game -- and then took the lead!  I was shocked and feeling like the Dodgers were about to steal a game and the karma of the three-game series would all work out, and then it didn't.  Of course, none of my feelings had anything to do with reality. I don't think Karma works like that anyway.

Here's a silly rhyme to get away from all that.

Lilly was pitching with care

Till Fontenot blasted his flare.

If he can go yard

You know I’d be scarred

By watching Ted face Juan Pierre.