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It was a golden afternoon at Dodger Stadium — the kind of day where the sun dances off the top decks and the crowd hums with that unmistakable October electricity. The Arizona Diamondbacks and Los Angeles Dodgers — two rivals who know each other well — opened their Wild Card Series beneath a soft California sky.
And for the Arizona faithful, it was Gustavo Bojorquez who set the tone. Calm. Composed. Seven strong innings, just four hits, and the poise of a man who’s been here before. Every time the Dodgers seemed ready to stir, Bojorquez found a way to quiet them again.
The Diamondbacks jumped out early — two runs in the first, thanks to a couple of well-struck balls from J. Gonzalez and T. Flores. Los Angeles would chip away, of course. They always do. A solo home run from S. Miller in the fourth, a double from E. Usher that brought the fans to life. But then came the moment that silenced 47,000 at Chavez Ravine.
Top of the fifth — two outs, one on, a one-run game. Giampietro Orlando steps in. The count goes deep. Grater delivers — and Orlando sends one high and deep to left! You can forget it! A two-run homer that lands in the pavilion seats, and just like that, Arizona leads it 5–3. You could almost hear the desert wind blow through the palms beyond the outfield fence.
From there, Bojorquez did the rest — working like a craftsman, pitch by pitch, trusting his defense. The Dodgers made it close in the ninth, a leadoff double from Aviles giving them hope. But closer G. Whaley shut the door, and the Diamondbacks escaped with a 5–4 victory — their first step toward advancing in this young postseason.
And as the crowd filed out into that soft Los Angeles twilight, you had to smile and think — baseball, in all its drama, still finds new ways to surprise us. On this day, it was Arizona’s turn to write the story.