Suddenly I felt like saying that. But since Kevin and I are going to the Dodger game at Pac Bell this Friday, you can bet I'll be the loudest girl in the place chanting "Beat LA" while stuffing my mouth full of Gilroy garlic fries. And since it's a special occasion, I'll go off my partially hydrogenated-free diet and order up a supersize nachos plate, with extra Velveeta. Then I'll top everything off with a cold, refreshing Sierra in a plastic cup, watch Barry soar past Willie on the homerun count, and give the old dude with the headphones and the scorecard next to me a high five. There's just something about baseball.