Then Max
Scherzer began to weave another gem, inning after inning raising hopes along
with blood pressure. Next came Victor Martinez and his soaring double off
the Monster. Two run lead, runners on the corners, NO outs...now I find myself
mumbling, "We are going to witness something VERY special with JV on the
hill tomorrow". Tomorrow? A few innings ago that word wasn't
even in my vocabulary.
Dreams
die hard, like a 300 pound 1st baseman comically flopping to the dirt, 8 feet
shy of the bag.
But then
there was Max again, "I got this guys, to hell with the Cy Young award, I
want a ring!" Maybe it's
destiny, maybe the baseball Gods will not allow the relentlessly brilliant
pitching of these front line warriors to go unrewarded.
An
insurance run or two could seal the deal. Speedster on first, good bat
handler at the plate, top of the order due next.
Dreams
die hard, like a tag slapped to the wrist, just inches short of the bag.
Still,
we have the lead and a bulldog on the mound. Alas, in 2013 pitch counts
overrule the Gods, this game will be decided by the pen.
Dreams die hard, like a baseball
rattling into the steely jaws of a waiting Monster.
Unfair,
unkind and most of all cruel. This is how baseball seasons end for all
but the most fortunate few. I wish I could have simply witnessed this as
a baseball fan and not a Tiger baseball fan. What the pitchers did
in this series was remarkable. Sadly, the magnificence of JV, Max, Fister and Sanchez will
soon be forgotten to most of the baseball world. Lasting memories are
reserved for champions with hardware, not simply heart.
Dreams die hard. See you in
Lakeland boys.