Requiem for the Dodgers

Alas for maiden, alas for Judge,
For rich repiner and household drudge!
God pity them both! and pity us all,
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall;
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
-John Greenleaf Whittier

Time of Death: Pretty much when Todd Helton's walk off home run sailed out into the Denver night off of our all-star closer.

Though we were mortally wounded pretty much after that stretch in late July/early August when we couldn't win a game and hit something like .096 with runners in scoring position, I still had faith and hoped that we'd be able to make a miraculous recovery, hope that was rekindled over the past week or so. But by the time we finished losing both games of a doubleheader I thought it was about time to call it a day.
This season started off so brightly, as all seasons do and we looked like we could actually finally win something this year what with our young starters playing so well and giving hope for the future and our 3 all-stars and our time at or near the top of the division, but we should have known this was coming when Jason Schmidt and then Randy Wolf, 2/5ths of what should have been among the best rotations in the NL were lost for the season. I still thought we could find a way. Even with the guaranteed losses that were Brett Tomko's starts.
Alas all my hope for this year is gone with only 11 games left to play and the Dodgers being 4 and a half games out of the wild card, all I can say- just as I have for every year that I can remember, and even though every year my heart is broken anew- is that old familiar Dodger motto



Wait 'til Next Year.

hope springs eternal.

at least we still have a better record than the Giants- it's the little things that matter.
::sigh::

Clint Mansell- Requiem for A Dream Orchestral Version (mp3)

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