The words of Joe Buck from a World Series past rung out across the internet and my brain as I watched the slaughtering of the San Francisco Giants earlier tonight. With the Royals beating the Giants 10-0, they have done what few baseball clubs have done: they forced a game 7.
Okay, so lots of clubs have forced game 7’s in the past, but this year seems like a gift. It is like a gift wrapped in blue and orange paper, stuffed full of pandas, country breakfasts, a moose, a giraffe, and a neon orange Marlin Man. Game 7’s are the greatest gifts baseball players can give to the fans, but they should also include Xanax or something, too. You know, because we need to calm down. Okay, maybe don’t send Xanax, but could you at least send me a case of Bud Light Lime? Anyway, game 7’s are the best.
Back in 2001, I saw the greatest game 7 of all time. We all know the story: Luis Gonzalez hits the bloop single off Mariano Rivera to drive in the winning run. I cried tears of joy after the game was over. I also cried because the game was so intense. I cry a lot in case you couldn’t tell. But, I do think that is what every game 7 should be about: the tense moments, the joyous moments, and the moments you will remember the rest of your life.
I will remember game 7 of the 2001 World Series for the rest of my life. It was one of the best nights of my life. That’s the power of baseball, baby! I have a feeling that game 7 of the 2014 World Series will be amazing. If the rest of the series has been any indication, we are in for a real treat.
We will see you tomorrow night! Yay!
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