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muckefuckIf tonight's game was any indication, we are in for one hell of a postseason. When I got home, we were already into the fourth inning, the Cardinals were up by one, and everyone was talking about the dugout-emptying argument between Molina and Gonzalez. Within short order, the Dodgers were up by five, I had the television muted, and I was ready to slink off and do something else. I love my Cardinals, but how likely were they to make up a deficit like that with Kershaw pitching like a Greek demigod?
But every demigod has his weak spot and for Kershaw, apparently, it's pitching from the stretch. With a runner on first, his accuracy went to hell. So St Louis went and kept a runner on first. For the whole top of the seventh. Well, until the three-run double, that is. And a two-run homer to that and suddenly it was 10-6. And I do mean suddenly. It was nothing short of staggering how quickly the Dodgers' ace went completely to pieces. Of course, maintaining that lead and romping to the finish would've been too easy on me, so the Cardinals had to give up three more runs and end the ninth with a strikeout the stranded the tying run on third.
For my sins, the series is on Fox again, but with a nailbiter like that to watch, I hardly heard the commentary. It was hard enough to hear above the roar of the crowd anyway. It was surreal how much they talked about "the heat", though. In LA, it was 30°C, while here in Chicago, we're down to the single digits. Is the good part of fall--those golden weeks I wait all year for--already over? Well, if so, it'll quash any regrets I have about staying inside glued to the tube will Redbirds demonstrate once again what makes them the most hated team in the National League.
But every demigod has his weak spot and for Kershaw, apparently, it's pitching from the stretch. With a runner on first, his accuracy went to hell. So St Louis went and kept a runner on first. For the whole top of the seventh. Well, until the three-run double, that is. And a two-run homer to that and suddenly it was 10-6. And I do mean suddenly. It was nothing short of staggering how quickly the Dodgers' ace went completely to pieces. Of course, maintaining that lead and romping to the finish would've been too easy on me, so the Cardinals had to give up three more runs and end the ninth with a strikeout the stranded the tying run on third.
For my sins, the series is on Fox again, but with a nailbiter like that to watch, I hardly heard the commentary. It was hard enough to hear above the roar of the crowd anyway. It was surreal how much they talked about "the heat", though. In LA, it was 30°C, while here in Chicago, we're down to the single digits. Is the good part of fall--those golden weeks I wait all year for--already over? Well, if so, it'll quash any regrets I have about staying inside glued to the tube will Redbirds demonstrate once again what makes them the most hated team in the National League.
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