How can anyone sum up the emotions, not to mention the actual facts, that accompanied baseball’s last night of the season? It was just too crazy, too wild, too downright bizarre to believe. Whoever says our sport is boring needs to re-wind what happened tonight in both leagues and then re-evaluate. I’m only sorry there won’t be any one-game playoffs tomorrow, as that would have been truly hair-raising.
Congrats to the Cardinals. (I’m talking to you, Jeff, in case you’re reading.)
Congrats to the Rays. (Don’t say the Yankees never did anything for you.)
Congrats to the Orioles. (They were as giddy in that dugout as if they’d won the World Series, and I actually saw Buck Showalter smile.)
On the losing side, too bad for the Braves….and see you next year, Red Sox.
I literally clasped my hand over my mouth when Papelbon blew the save – and that it was Crawford who couldn’t field Andino’s walkoff hit.
Turning to our game, it was just as bizarre. The good news? Tex finally heated up with those two homers. But Logan? Ayala? Wade? I get that Proctor’s toast and that Girardi was (rightfully) saving our A-list relievers for the playoffs. But Logan, Ayala and Wade needed to be way, way better.
And another thing. Nunez cannot play defense, he just can’t. Love his bat, but come on. TWENTY ERRORS? Go away.
And A-Rod. The knee’s acting up? Not good. We’re a better team with him in the lineup but not if he’s going to be limping around.
Montero’s x-rays were negative, so I hope that means he’ll be able to play.
Garcia’s our #3 starter and AJ will pitch out of the pen? Interesting. And scary. I don’t want to think past CC and Nova, so I’m plugging my ears. (Lalalalalalala.)
So yeah. We blew a seven-run lead tonight, and the scrappy stingrays stormed back to beat us in a game that meant a lot more to them. If the same thing happens to the Yankees during the ALDS, I’ll freak out. Tonight? I was just glad the drama was over. I was drained.
Now we can concentrate on beating the Tigers. It’ll be CC versus Verlander and it’ll be tough. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there on Friday. For now, I’m just enjoying what was a mind-blowing night of baseball.