True story: I woke up this morning chanting “4-2” “4-2” “4-2” to myself as I brushed my teeth. Refused to load up ESPN to start checking the game updates until that was done.
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You know, it’s pretty gutsy for a set of umpires to actually rule against the Yankees in Yankee Stadium in a playoff game. Twice. I still remember the phantom tag of ‘99. And they were the correct calls - Bellhorn did have a homer, and A-Rod (who should’ve been out via a K anyway) did knock the ball from Arroyo. Cheap shot, cheap play, and Jeter doesn’t advance. Talk about an unproductive out.
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Schilling today did a “Pedro in 1999”: pitched purely on guts and fumes, pitched in pain, pitched for the win. His tendon was held together by sutures. That’s… beyond belief.
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The kudos, quite clearly: Curt Schilling, Mark Bellhorn, Keith Foulke. You want clear-headed analysis, see Baseball Prospectus (which doesn’t have analysis of today’s game up yet, but has a sentence that is relevant to today’s game: “Seriously, when are they going to announce the death of Kenny Lofton?”). Me, I’m a grown man devolving into adolescence.