Friday, October 28, 2011

And that, dear readers, is why I love baseball.

I went to sleep when it was still 7-4 Rangers and I'm excited about what happened last night. Greenie's description made it for me: (paraphrased)"Bottom of the 9th, two on, two out...there were the Rangers, one strike away from a World Series championship, when David "Error in the 4th allowing a run to score" Freese knocks in a triple to tie the game (the Rangers were up by two before that). All the Rangers let go of the railing, deflated, and get ready to play more baseball."

To the 10th, where my favorite player of the series, Josh Hamilton (recovering addict and guy in the wrong place at the most horrible of times who threw a ball in the stands to a kid whose father reached too far over the railing to catch it and died of injuries therefrom) hit a two-run homer to put the Rangers ahead. The Cards get one back, but once more, they are down to their last strike. As the Rangers get ready to rush the field, Berkman bats in the tying run.

Enough excitement for you? There is no clock in this game; no prevent defense; no taking a knee. You have to execute every play to force every out. David Freese, with a walk-off homer in the 11th, bought his team 27 more. There is more baseball tonight, and I don't have to get up for work tomorrow.

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