Baseball Fever

I’ve been watching baseball for 25 years, and yet I saw two things for the first time ever live this weekend. On Saturday, I went to original Nick’s Roast Beef (20th and Jackson) to watch the Phils game after being infuriated by Trash Gordon on Friday night. I was with Mike of the Minions. In the bottom of the fifth, the Reds got men on first and second with nobody out. Then one of the craziest things that has ever happened in my life occurred. Ploddingly slow David Ross stepped to the plate. Mike turns to me and says, I swear to God, “Well this is the one guy on their team who is so slow he could hit into a triple play.” On the next pitch, David Ross hit into a 5-4-3 triple play. I totally freaked. “No way!” I screamed “No freaking way.” The people in the restaurant, several of whom weren’t watching the game, turned and looked at me like I was crazy. It was the first time I had ever seen a triple play live, and Mike had called it. Then, on Sunday night, the Red Sox pull off back to back to back to back home runs, something I had ever seen live and the first time it had happened in the American League since 1964. I’m going to the game tonight, and we’re gonna kill the Astros, as long as we don’t bring Trash into the game.