Did you see Boomer?
David Wells on Sunday night made me believe in attentive front offices responsible for moves of Matrix proportions. There's a glass cup between the Los Angeles Dodgers' war room door and my left ear. The timing of a performance like Wells and the Dodgers doesn't just happen.
Boo-mah was struggling in San Diego. The fact that he'd gone more than a month without a win made the town frown like a single cloud in the blue San Diego sky. The Padres painted Wells a perfect cover to his career by bringing the local boy home to go out a winner. But he pitched warm and cold at best, and never quite got around to that final chapter.
Hmmm, the Dodgers could use a boost. About a week ago, someone in Dodgertown took a look ahead to Aug. 26 -- national TV, in New York, a former Gotham pitcher with a chip on his shoulder ...
Tommy Lasorda places a call to 97-BOOMER to announce that he's got "a wild idea." Wells is willing to listen. With these two, you know it was a lunch meeting.
"David we need a boost. My dugout needs a belt size bigger than mine ever was. Are you interested?"
"It's the Dodgers, Tom. I can't screw my teammates by staying in the West."
"I can start you Sunday night in New York."
"What time's the flight?"
Or, at least that's the way I hear it playing out.
Maybe I'm reaching, but like players and coaches, I believe in one game at a time. What a vibe Sunday night's show could give a team heading into a final month complete with 24 games against the West starting this Friday IN San Diego. Cue the Twilight Zone music.
And what a way to hit September running -- The Big Apple. The NL East division leaders. National TV. And Boomer, in New York, where he always leaves his heart, in his last chance at a pennant or valor, whichever comes first.
I'm sick of steroids and Vick and corrupt basketball officials.
Go get 'em, Boomer.