All right, this is it,
The whole season coming down
To just one ball game,
And every mistake will be magnified,
And every great play will be magnified,
And it's a tough night for the players,
I'll tell ya.
I know last night, being in the same situation many times
With the great Yankee teams of the past,
you stay awake,
And you dream,
And you think of what might be,
If you are the hero or the goat.
October 14, 1976
AMERICAN LEAGUE EAST PLAYOFF
Final game
Kansas City at New York
Pregame show
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Chambliss homer off of Mark Littel, and he's mobbed as he runs the bases. That was a great game and series, even though my heart was broken.
With age I don't become as emotionally involved. I played and coached baseball from Little League to American Legion. I coached some great kids in Legion ball..couple got Division 1 scholarships. But, as good as those kids were, they weren't close to Major League material. I now just groove on the game, not the team. I follow the Brewers. I'll be @ the game this afternoon. But, I don't live and die w/ a team like I did in my younger years. Our friend Trooper is well equipped to philosophically handle this loss. He still lives and dies w/ one team. He is the consummate Yankee fan.
This latest series, like all series, hinged on the smallest things. In the last game, when it was obvious that getting runs for the Yankees was like pulling teeth, the third base coach, Robbie Thomson, NOT sending A-Rod home on Posada's single in the 4th inning was a mistake. A huge mistake, IMO. Only because you MUST go for broke when the normal machinery for winning can't seem to get into gear.
It's a lovely day here in Milwaukee. The temperature is an unusually high (for this time of year) 73F. The sky is clear, the air crisp.
Leaves have begun falling from the hardwood trees, the pungent aroma of burning leaves lingers in the air. Geese are honking happily as they fly low overhead, practicing their formation for the long migratory flight south.
Our local baseball team, the Milwaukee Brewers, did a thing the fabled New York Yankees didn't do - they won their playoff series and are going to be in the League Championship series beginning tomorrow.
The Yankees lost. There is no statement that brings more happiness to the world outside of NYC. Thank you, Mr. A-Rod, for that extraordinary choke-0-rama. If Big Stein were still alive, you'd be floating in the East River by now. Or traded. Or both.
GO BREWERS!!
We attended the Brewer game, I'm getting to be an old, jaded, man..but it was electric.
Yes, Michael, It's the same here as in your poetic description of Milwaukee. Of course, we don't allow leaf-burning any longer, more's the pity.
No one wants to burn Terry Francona, either. Losing 18 of the last 24 games is not viewed as his fault. It's just that Nature has delivered the Red Sox to their usual fate that no human intervention can deny.
The Curse of the Bambino seems to have been lifted. It is sobering to think it may have been an illusion all those years. The real cause of the traditional Sox September Slump seems to lie deeper—some natural law embedded in the very fabric of the Universe.
In any case, the Yankees' loss, as you say, gladdens the hearts of non-New Yorkers everywhere. It is thus with a glow of disinterested benignity that I wish your Brewers the best, as I do to all baseball teams this October who do not make their homes in the Bronx.
And for next year, remember, Go Sox!!
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Is October gold or blue?
It's both, 'tis true, 'tis true,
And when the boys of summer take the field
Under that blazing sun and piercing blue
It's a pang in the heart, 'tis true, 'tis true,
Because we know that all that glory and youth
Balance on the edge before the long slide down
As defiantly we shout against that fate sealed...
"PLAY BALL!"
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