You will need to live a very long time indeed to see another inning of baseball that even approaches last night’s utterly epic ALDS-deciding match between Toronto and Texas.
So much has already been written about the game by far better writers, I won’t bore you with another blow-by-blow account. But certainly Toronto has experienced nothing like it since Joe Carter touched ‘em all in 1993.
Last night was the reason kids get excited about sports. It’s why adults go to the fields and rinks to coach. It was the essence of sports boiled down to the gooey, sticky, messy, wonderous residue of what is left when all of the drama, excitement, frustration, hope, hopelessness and optimism are stripped away and all that is left is will to win and the question of who wants it more.
Texas deserved to lose. Basically through errors in the field the Rangers gave Toronto five outs in the bottom of the 9th after taking a one-run lead on a play so rare and unscripted that it could not be imagined outside of the most nonsensical Hollywood script. I could have pulled three guys off the GO train who with me could have made at least two of the plays that the Rangers booted. Continue reading
teamoakville 