That most magical phrase

If you’re a sports fan, Game Seven is highly evocative. It was Game Seven when Bill Mazeroski hit his home run to win the 1960 World Series for the Pirates over the Yankees. It was Game Seven when the Yankees’ Aaron Boone hit a game-winning home run to beat the Red Sox in the 2003 ALCS. It was Game Seven when the Diamondbacks’ Luis Gonzalez blooped a single into centerfield off the Yankees’ Mariano Rivera to win the 2001 World Series. It was Game Seven when Sandy Koufax of the Dodgers threw a three-hitter to beat the Twins in 1965. It was Game Seven in 1968 when Mickey Lolich of the Tigers outdueled Bob Gibson of the Cardinals. In 1991 it was Game Seven and the Twins’ turn to be on the winning side as Jack Morris threw a 10-inning shutout and Gene Larkin hit a little Texas League single in the bottom of the 10th to beat the Braves.

Tonight’s Game Seven.

Update: Well, that was pretty dramatic.

I’m sure I speak for all Mets fans when I say “how the hell do you take a called third strike with two outs, the bases loaded, and the game on the line in the bottom of the 9th?”


  1. I couldn’t endure it. I went to bed when it was still tied in the 8th. It makes me hurt to watch the Mets lose, so I just had a little faith that they wouldn’t screw it up, but apparently, meh.
    I’m sure the network is thrilled with a Midwest pairing for the classic. I’ll watch just because I have to — it’s October baseball, dangit, but if I lived in LA or NYC, I’m sure I’m tuned out.

  2. What with time zones, all these goldarned night games start at 2:00pm my time. We even ignored all the news programs we usually watch to see the end of it.
    If they really cared about baseball, MLB would schedule these things during the day. Since Fox surely doesn’t expect big ratings, they ought to agree.
    I know, in my nostalgic dreams.

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