"Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than zsa zsa zsu." -Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City.
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Ok, so here are my thoughts... (remember you were warned yesterday I would have opinions).
First of all, a huge congratulatory shout-out to Josh Wall. What a debut yesterday, right? Gets the win after his team goes twelve innings. Well done!
Now on to a bleaker matter: L.A. needs a closer.
Yesterday when Guerra blew the save and allowed the Mets to tie, I noticed my fists weren't clenched. Unusual for me in such circumstances, however this was to be expected from my experience. He doesn't offer any stability on the mound.
But more importantly, he doesn't have the zsa zsa zsu.
Last week at Chavez Ravine, the ladies who always sit in front of me turned around upon hearing me mutter something under my breath and asked: "What do you have against Guerra? He has a low ERA."
SMACK! The crack of the bat. Perfect timing.
I pointed to the field. "That." This was my response.
This is where I have a hard time accepting baseball as strictly a game of numbers. Guerra, I have the feeling, would do well on a different team. It isn't that he is a bad pitcher, but the chemistry is just not there for L.A. If he puts the runners on, someone else has to come in and rescue. If he is called upon to get the job done after someone else loads them up, the runs tend to score but he remains blameless. Thus, his ERA stays in tact, and on paper he continues to look promising.
Ok, now for the girly side of things:
Ladies, how often do we see this in life? Your friends decide to take charge of your dating scene- they think they know what is best.
*sigh
They set you up with someone who looks good on paper: He has a good job, he showers, he doesn't wear black socks with shorts...
but there is something that's missing. That certain something. That crucial element.
Chemistry ... Zsa Zsa Zsu.
Your friends think you are crazy for not liking him. So you start to doubt your instincts...."Am I overlooking something? Maybe I am being too picky. Maybe I should give him another chance."
So you go out again. You put him on the mound again (baseball reference please).
He just can't quite close the deal. He's a great guy. And he would be perfect ... for someone else.
If it ain't workin' ... move on. You simply must find the right chemistry.
BUT... and here is the most important caveat: Do not settle.
Don't trade just to trade. Good grief Girls, how many times has that come back to bite us in the you-know-what?
Watch. Lean in a bit. Take a moment. Do you feel yourself... breathless?
When he looks at you -
scratch that-
when you look at him...(that's better)
does he instantly take your breath away? Instantly. Are you a bit dizzy? Do the butterflies start comparing notes and arguing over who can fly the fastest?
And then he looks at you...and all the stats for the National AND American League all of a sudden make sense and you can recite the square root of their total sum.
That's chemistry.
Zsa Zsa Zsu.
Remember Eric Gagne? "GAME OVER!"
He was the one. The. One. Lights out. We didn't need to look any further. He had the rite stuff. Fans were in love when he took the mound. "Welcome to the Jungle" played and the bullpen gates would open... he'd trot out, pause, adjust the cap (the same cap all the time), then take the mound.
And it worked. The chemistry was there. He was present.
He took our breath away.
That's Zsa Zsa Zsu.
Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City once defined it:
the first Zsa is... when the stars touch the water;
the second Zsa is... the sound of candle flicker;
and Zsu means... "so do you."
That is Zsa Zsa Zsu.
Hold out for it, Ladies.
Let's hope the Dodgers do.
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