6 - 2
4 - 1
Those are the scores by which the Angels swept the cross-town rival, NL West, first-place Dodgers over the weekend. So that you don't have to do the math, that's a cumulative score of 19 - 4, and our only HR of the series didn't even come off the bat of Vlad Guerrero. We have a .600 winning percentage and have a 4.5 game lead in the AL West. This, my friends, is what I like to call, "good stuff." Especially considering that not too long ago we had the worst road record of any team in the majors (except for maybe KC), every one of our pitchers was getting hit like it was spring training and, on the rare occasion that one of them was having a good game, our offense (with the exception of Vlad) was performing worse than I did when I was in little league. It's great to be pitching well, hitting well and winning games. There are a number of more important things in life than the Angels, but I have more spring in my step as I take care of those things, knowing that all is well in Anaheim.
I realize that we are about to play the burning-hot Tigers, in Detroit, and that it is still fairly early in the season (which my wife will remind me of until September 1). That said, I'm enjoying the part of my life that I've given to baseball and, with my son, will joyfully and proudly wear my Angels gear in the baseball-less land of Ukraine.
