World Series Scenes
My main priority right now is watching the World Series. I’ve watched every game, and when the games aren’t on I read recaps and analysis. My hope is that it all ends tomorrow and life can return to normal, but I’m prepared for anything. Anyway, here are some quick takes on the series thus far:
GAME TWO: I watched this one with the New England Sports Fan Friend. As the game progressed, we found ourselves imploring the Red Sox to hit. “We need some heroics,” the New England Sports Fan Friend said. “Yes, heroics,” I said. “That’s exactly what we need.”
The heroics did come, in the form of a David Ortiz homer that gave the Sox a 2-1 lead. “That’s what I’m talking about,” the New England Sports Fan Friend said. “That David Ortiz,” I said. “He’s so heroic.”
We thought for sure that the Sox had the game all locked up. Unfortunately, Ortiz’s homer was followed by Sox reliever Craig Breslow’s meltdown in the seventh inning, which resulted in a Cardinals rally. St. Louis’ 4-2 lead proved insurmountable, and the Sox lost. Frankly, the New England Sports Fan Friend and I were stunned by this development. I’ll be honest: I think we were both expecting to sweep St. Louis.
“Well, that was fun,” I said, as we watched the dejected Sox file back to the clubhouse.
GAME THREE: I watched this one in Maine with my friends Amy and Jenny from high school. We spent the first half of the game playing Trivial Pursuit, which made it easier to endure the game’s 17-hour running time. At least, it felt like 17 hours. Anyway, we found plenty to marvel at, such as 21-year-old rookie Xander Bogaerts remarkable poise and Red Sox GM John Farrell’s curious decision to allow reliever Brandon Workman to take his first major league at bat ever. “He’s got to be nervous,” Jenny said. “Do pitchers ever take batting practice?” Amy wondered.
The ninth inning was a disaster. First came the terrible Jarrod Saltalamacchia throw to third, followed by Will Middlebrooks’ tumble onto the basepath, which resulted in the controversial, game-ending obstruction call.
Initially, I was outraged by this chain of events. But after doing a little bit of reading, I could see that the call was the correct one, and that the Sox had only themselves to blame for the loss.
“Thank God this game is over,” Amy said.
Also, I highly recommend taking a trip back in memory lane and playing the original Trivial Pursuit — the version of the game that was popular in the 80s and 90s. We were particularly entertained by a geography question for which the answer was the USSR, as well as the pop culture questions with their emphasis on ancient TV shows and characters such as Dragnet and Frances the Talking Mule. We had also improved at the sports and leisure category, which always used to trip us up with obscure questions about billiards, chess and cocktails. It still tripped us up — I’ve somehow managed to reach my late 30s without learning how to make a Harvey Wallbanger — but not quite as much as it did in high school.
GAME FIVE: I met up with the New England Sports Fan Friend for the crucial game five. As we watched, we lamented the fact that nobody besides David Ortiz is capable of hitting a baseball with any consistency, and expressed our delight with pitcher Jon Lester, who has been awesome this entire post-season. We agreed that Jacoby Ellsbury’s failure to hit was driving us crazy, and that we mainly feel pity for Stephen Drew whenever he steps to the plate. However, Drew showed signs of life shortly after making a terrific catch, drawing an important walk and scoring when David Ross hit an RBI single that put the Red Sox ahead for good.
As poorly as many of the Red Sox are hitting, almost every member of the time has proven capable of stepping up and making a difference. For instance, I’m willing to forgive Jonny Gomes and his terrible batting average because Gomes hit a tie-breaking home run. And I’ve resolved to stop complaining about Stephen Drew and Jacoby Ellsbury. It’s probably worth pointing out that David Ortiz has been a monster in this series, and that I’m not even convinced he’s a human being anymore.
What does game six hold in store? Who knows. But I’m excited to find out. Especially if it includes a World Series MVP for David Ortiz.
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