Welcome all! I am dodgerdoll, the lead singer on this greatest hits album. So go grab your Dodger themed snuggie and your stick on Casey Blake beard and together we'll go on a magical ride through Dodgertown.
Let me be the first to say: spring training pains me deeply. The only thing it's good for is an excuse to go down to warm Arizona, (it's been snowing here in Utah, so needless to say I feel the need to weep uncontrollably when I watch a game) and for managers to get a look at free agent signings, minor leauge players, and other prospects.
However, as much as I might dislike spring training, it's good to have baseball back. This was a long off-season, filled with NOTHING. Ned Colletti and Frank McCourt failed epically at getting an established ace for the pitching staff and only preceded to get old, past prime players that no one else wanted.
Enough of my complaining, yesterday the Dodgers played both the Brewers and Angels, beating the first and losing to the latter. Clayton Kershaw (who I will now refer to as "the ace") had a steady outing with six strikeouts, giving up three runs (only one was earned) and two hits.
On the other hand, the other half of the squad went down 4-2 at the hands of Joe Saunders. Carlos Monasterios pitched, riding an eight scoreless innings streak, which was then broken by none other than godzilla himself.