Angel in the outfield

I usually get around to watching a baseball game whenever there is a seventh game in a World Series. (I make an exception when the Braves make it to the WS: I’ll start watching after they’ve won at least two games.) I made it through at least four innings of tonight’s riviting game. (Note: Despite my lack of interest in watching Major League Baseball on TV, I still am a big fan of

4 thoughts on “Angel in the outfield

  1. It was a great game. [And thanks for the pitch for, a fine website.]

    I heard too much commentary this a.m. about Game 6 being the awesome game. While it was exciting with the comeback from the Angels, to me, Game 7 was classic baseball: a pitching duel. Each team had their whole bullpen at their disposal. It was the end of the line, and it was a mental battle as well as a physical one to see who’d make the right call to leave the pitcher in, to take the pitcher out.

    Anytime you get pitchers with bases loaded and getting themselves out of trouble inning after inning, or going three-up, three-down, I think you figure out who the real fans are. They are the ones who walk out saying, “What a great game!!” Everyone else leaves saying, “Nothing happened!!”

    Game 7 was a great game even though all the scoring was over after the 3rd inning, because it was such a great pitching game. I tell you they should have pulled Hernandez earlier. Rueter scares me. He is a fine, fine pitcher. [Are you still reading??]

  2. Responding to Laura:

    When it comes to baseball being exciting, I’ll take your word for it. I do like attending games and eating hot dogs. And I think beating thunder sticks together for three or four hours would be fun. I once met Hank Aaron and somewhere I have picture of the two of us standing together on the old Atlanta stadium field. That was pretty neat. I went to a world series once, the sixth game. It was pretty exciting except for the part when the Toronto Bluejays beat the Braves to win the series. My favorite personal baseball memory actually involves the Angels (then called the LA Angels) in June, 1962. They were playing a home stand against the Yankees at Dodger Stadium. My family had taken a cross-country trip and found ourselves in LA. I can assure you that there was no planning ahead as our seats ended up being in the nose-bleed section. It turned out to be an historic baseball game, not for the play, but for who attended (other than us) and what happened later in the summer.

    (Are you still reading?)

  3. OK, OK I got it. Marilyn Monroe was there for a Muscular Dystrophy benefit — it was her birthday, June 1, and she died later that summer. Am I right?

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