I got to see Kevin Kouzmanoff yesterday. After two years, I got to see the player who means the most to me in all of baseball. I got to see my all-time favorite baseball player here in San Diego. It was fantastic.
At about 5 p.m. last night, I was sitting in the bleachers when Colorado Rockies players started streaming out of the visitor dugout. I hustled over to the third base side of the field to see none other than Kouz.
It was so much fun to watch him. Though I didn’t get to interact with him at all, it was so much fun to see him there, to watch him play again. To see his beautiful smile. I’ve really missed him a lot.
Though I wasn’t paying much attention, the game went really badly. We had eight hits and no runs. The Rockies had seven hits and three runs. It stunk. Will Venable made a horrible error that was actually ruled a triple, but it cost us the game, so it should have been called an error. Even without the error though, the Padres’ offense was nowhere to be seen.
Kouz went 0-for-4. He got on base in the top of the ninth on a force out. Defensively, he allowed made one really great play, but the throw wasn’t in time to first base. He was not happy about that one. But it didn’t matter (like the Padres could actually score a run).
We lost 3-0, which added another loss to our eight-game losing streak.
After the game was the Friday night fireworks. I thought it was going to be kind of pathetic, but they weren’t kidding when they called it “Friday Night Fireworks Spectacular.” It was a legitimately good show! It would have been more fun if the Padres had won, but it was very cool anyways.
I can’t tell you how cool it was to see my baby again. I’m so thankful that he’s back in the NL West. Last night was a wonderful birthday present.
I LOVE YOU KOUZ!!!