Marching to a different drummer at Dodger Stadium

My favorite new yoga position -- you should try this -- is slanted kind of sideways in a loge-level seat, a bag of peanuts balanced on my knee, a foamy beverage in my left hand like a six-gun. This position stretches the torso and loosens the hamstrings. A couple of innings like this and you'll feel like a new man -- or a new woman, if that's your preference. Honestly, I can't recommend this yoga stuff enough.

It's a good season to stay loose, we all know that. The Dodgers are obviously saving their best for the playoffs, which makes these next 15 games sort of a chore for purists like you and me. So it goes. Pay now, pay later, that's my motto. Like the government, I don't mind shelling out money on inconsequential things.

Anyway, we're here in the loge level at Dodger Stadium on one of those cool September nights that function as foreplay for the glories of October. This is shaping up as the most interesting Dodgers season in decades -- occasionally brilliant, occasionally repellent, always entertaining.

In quiet moments alone, I still laugh at the memory of Manny Ramirez tackling Matt Kemp during the Arizona series two weeks back. You probably had to be there to fully appreciate the majesty of the moment. One of the Diamondbacks, doesn't matter who, clubs a screaming high fly to center. It rises so high, it clears the stadium lights, invisible to the human eye.

Right about then, Manny decides to sprint to center field -- "Don't worry, Matthew, I got it!" -- but at the last moment, the guy's internal GPS seems to go haywire. Manny does a little box step, then backs up into Kemp, knocking him for a seven-yard loss. Kemp, in perhaps his most impressive play of the year, snares the ball while falling messiah-like to the ground. Got it. No problem, bro.

Speaking of football, I am sitting tonight with the USC Trojan Marching Band, those brats in spats who seem to know only two songs. They play them over and over, but exceedingly well. It drives the other team crazy, how loud and well they play these two songs. Eventually, the opponent gives up and goes home.

That's what happened Saturday in Columbus, Ohio, the brass section wearing down those Buckeyes. Arthur C. Bartner, who has led this band since the invention of grass itself, says he has never heard a louder crowd than at Ohio State, contradicting Coach Pete Carroll, who said a game a while back at Virginia Tech was actually louder.