OMG! This was a most epic game! The Washington Nationals vs the New York Yankees.
Briefly… I put my car in the shop this morning for routine maintenance, so I was on foot for the day. I was at home, waiting for the call from the dealership and watching the National’s game. The dealer called around about the fourth inning. I think the Nats were ahead. I headed out to walk to the dealership to get the car.
OK, let me insert an aside here because it’s as good a place as any.
The New York Yankees are the sports franchise equivalent of the Evil Galactic Empire from Star Wars. You either hate them or love them. No one is ambivalent about the Yankees. If you say you are, you’re just kidding yourself – you’re really a Yankee fan. And the Washington Nationals are like the Rebel Alliance. Why? Red, that’s why and it’s my metaphor and I say so. How can a team from the Heart of Evil represent the Rebel Alliance, you might ask. You might. But it’s my metaphor, deal with it.
This totally has everything to do with the fact that I’m a life-long Kansas City Royals fan.
Oh, Yankees fans totally know this and love it. No, Billy Martin is not Darth Vader…
After running a couple of errands and doing some grocery (read that as beer and steaks) shopping, I got home. Being such a beautiful day, I grabbed a beer and a book and headed for the deck. I got a good 90 minutes before the back yard was in the shade.
I then headed inside, got on the MacBook and thought, “let me check on the Nats score”. I got to MLB.com and lo and behold, the game is still on, in extra innings.
So, I jump in the recliner and put on the game.
So we come to the 14th inning and the Yankees score two to break the 3-3 tie.
The Nats come to bat at the bottom of the 14th. There’s two men on and two outs. (cue ominous cello and organ music)
The rookie phenom, Bryce Harper comes to the plate. He’s 19, you know.
Now, here’s where the magic of destiny and fate come to baseball like no other game.
Our Hero is 0 for 6 on the day. Here he is faced with the opportunity to strike a heroic pose, or go out in flames, like Icarus.
A homerun would win the game and elevate the legend of young Bryce to Mantle levels. A raging strike out would be equally as legendary – the breaking of the young colt.
Instead, we get the proletarian option. Surely not meaning to, Harper simply grounds out. He makes the simplest and most common play a batter makes. He grounds out. He finishes 0-7.
There will be days that he mounts Olympus, just not today.
I love this about baseball. That and the beer and hotdogs, they pretty much rock too.