Game 127 // Eighth Inning, New York // The Kings of Queens

BOTTOM OF THE EIGHTH: METS 11 (2) – 4 NATIONALS

 

The Mets, tonight, sat on the edge of a giant cliff. The letters SWEEP written into the dirt of the plains below.

The Washington Nationals poking them with a stick, their toes inching closer, closer, to the edge—to the point where that N.L East lead might collapse back toward the imaginary.

And then, this eighth inning.

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Game 125 // Ninth Inning, New York // You Still Believe in Me

NINTH INNING: METS 3 (2) – 2 BREWERS

 

I need a resident Mets fan here.

Like those guys on Pawn Stars they bring in to give prices on Batman action figures and signed photos of The Monkees.

After a win like this, come down to the store and tell me: are you letting yourself believe?

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Game 124 // Eighth Inning, Chicago // The Calliope Crashed to the Ground

BOTTOM OF THE EIGHTH: CUBS 14 (5) – 10 BRAVES

 

It’s not yet halfway to May, and we may have seen the wildest inning of 2018.

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Game 122 // Sixth Inning, Pittsburgh // Baseball Winterland

TOP OF THE SIXTH: TWINS 6 (2) – PIRATES 3

 

The bullpen guys are rubbing their arms together, hopping around in their coats—as if whoever looks goofiest might be the last one picked to pitch.

It’s snowing, in April.

Whitecaps are swarming the surface of the Allegheny River.

A fleet of pirate ships are stuck in the ice. Clint Hurdle’s pegleg has frozen. His parrot has died. His eye patch whitens with frost. Continue reading “Game 122 // Sixth Inning, Pittsburgh // Baseball Winterland”

Game 121 // First Inning, Anaheim // The Age of Ohtani

BOTTOM OF THE FIRST: ANGELS 6 (0) – 2 INDIANS

 

This league is in desperate need of a superstar.

A household name. A neighborhood name, a village name, a national name. From California to New York Island. From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters.

This land was made for Shohei Ohtani.

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Game 120 // Eighth Inning, Toronto // The Smoak Show

BOTTOM OF THE EIGHTH: BLUE JAYS 7 (3) – 4 YANKEES

 

The last words of yesterday’s post were these: “Baseball fun in Toronto is going nowhere.”

Flash forward a day. Again, Blue Jays vs. Yankees. Again, bottom of the 8th. Again, the Yankees bullpen breaking down, and the Jays coming back. The Rogers Centre going wild.

As the great Yogi Berra used to say:

It’s like déjà vu all over again.

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Game 119 // Eighth Inning, Toronto // Kevin Pillar, of Hercules

BOTTOM OF THE EIGHTH: BLUE JAYS 5 (3) – 3 YANKEES

 

There’s one sole man keeping Canadian baseball within the Axis of Fun.

One man putting seats in the stands.

One man on base, in the 8th inning in Toronto, year two of the Blue Jays’ era of greatness having passed. Continue reading “Game 119 // Eighth Inning, Toronto // Kevin Pillar, of Hercules”

Game 113 // Tenth Inning, Chicago // Robert Osuna Gone Wild

BOTTOM OF THE TENTH: CUBS 6 (3) – 5 BLUE JAYS

 

Your dad is on the couch. Sat there all afternoon. Took a nap through the middle innings. Day-dreaming of a sweep. Watched the Cubs score three runs, slept, then woke up to see them give up the lead. Tied up.

And then, in the top of the tenth. It’s Justin Wilson. “No!” your dad shouts. “Justin Wilson!?” 

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