Last Night
David Pinto, linking to Viva El Birdos, nails exactly what happened at my apartment last night.
I must admit that I yelled when Pujols hit that ball. My wife and daughter came running to see what was the matter. It’s not that I’m a particular fan of either team. It’s just rare to see victory snatched from the jaws of defeat so dramatically. The 1986 Mets comeback in game six of the World Series was water torture. This was shock and awe. This was something to yell about.
I too yelled, and afterwards wondered why. I didn’t have a horse in this particular race. Johanna, sleeping in the next room, awoke suddenly and asked me what the problem was. “When I can speak again, I’ll let you know what I just saw,” I told her.
October 18th, 2005 at 1:46 pm
I turned to Jocelyne (we need Mullet to get a long-timed girlfriend with a strangely spelled ‘J’ name) and smiled…said Baseball is fun.
That prompted my little excited posting from last night.
Then I spend the next 30 minutes recycling old Bill Brasky/Jack Cust jokes, with Pujols.
This series is a lot of fun, as a rematch of a great series last year. Much better than the relitive yawner the ALCS was last year.