When I played baseball (semi-pee wee), I thanked God every time the ball was hit to someone else. Like my buddy Arnold Shaver.
So I know how difficult it is to spear a line drive and to pick up a short hop grounder.
At the professional level you just expect things to happen. But last night they didn’t.
Balls took funny hops and caromed off bodies like Aubrey Huff’s.
Bases suddenly disappeared as when Pablo Sandoval turned to tag the bag and stepped on …dirt.
Bunts that are foul played fair. (So much for the much ballyhooed Philly offense).
It was just a disastrous third inning for the Giants. Tim Lincecum had just pitched to six batters in the first two innings and had struck out 2. I admit to getting ahead of myself. I was beginning to think of a night of wild revelry.
And then things fell apart.
Despite that one ining, it was just a one-run deficit for much of the game and the Giants had their chances to score. But this is championship baseball. You’ve got to be picture perfect. And on this night, not even photoshop could help.
The same things on defense happened on offense.
Hard hit balls that had found grass in previous games, were gloved. .
Runners who beat out throws, got tagged.
Batters that got wood when we needed, didn’t.
That’s baseball.
Next stop Philly. Avoid the overrated, hyper-fatty Cheesesteaks. (It’s healthier just to get a box of crackers and a can of CheezWhiz . Your very own can). The game is on Saturday. Two shots to win it, two arms (Sanchez and Cain) to do it.
Do you still believe?
As far as Juan Williams, Fox and NPR, I don’t believe.
