As Brittany was getting slightly bummed about the end of the Cardinal's
season, and the end of Busch Stadium, I kept changing between the game
and Comedy Central. After Pujols got out in the 7th inning, and then
they couldn't do anything in the 8th inning - I had given up hope. Brad
Lidge is the best closing pitcher. Houston is headed to their first
World Series, good for them.
I flipped back to check out the champagne celebration and saw that
there was 2 outs, nobody on. Okay, now one on. That's a start. Check
back later, whoa there are 2 on. This could get interesting. Wait, is
that, yeah, that's Pujols! The best hiiter in baseball against the best
closer. Then this exchange took place:
Dave: Hey, if Pujols hits a home run that puts the Cards ahead.
Brit: Yeah, but will he just try to make contact?
Dave: Well, he'll try to hit the ball, yeah, but he's the best hitter
in baseball.
And then a monster was unleashed. Lidge knew it as soon as the wood
touched leather. He fell to his knees, waited, then turned around. But
the ball hung up there long enough that I'm sure Lidge saw the ball hit
the windows at the top of the dome. If they weren't playing indoors
that ball lands in Dallas.
Pujols watches it, then casually runs the bases as if it was spring
training. La Russa never flinches, never uncrosses his arms. The entire
stadium is quieter than a library. They were one strike away from the
big one.
They still only need one more game, but Busch stands another day.
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