Top of the seventh, two on, two out. On a 1-2 count, I throw Albert Pujols a sharp slider just off the plate outside, which—forced to protect the plate—he swings at and tops harmlessly to short. Inning over.
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update: after a bloop double by my catcher to start the bottom of the seventh, I’m left in to sacrifice him over to third, which I do so successfully on a 1-0 fastball at the letters. Our leadoff hitter follows with a sharp single through the drawn-in infield, and we take a 2-0 lead.
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update 2: a big 6-run bottom of the 7th put the game a way. I gave up a cheap run in the 9th to lose the shutout, but I did get the complete game. Here’s my line: (W 3-1) 9 IP 5 H 1 R 1 ER 2 BB 7 K
That’s odd. With my daydreams, baseball is usually the last thing I want to think about.
That’s a drug-induced daydream. I’d hit that ball so hard up the middle you’d be undressed like that round-headed kid, Charlie Brown. Better you dream about getting the pitcher out instead…
As this is a pleasant daydream, I’m guessing you’re not pitching for the Rockies.
For some odd reason, this reminded me of Daryl Kyle. Many Houstonians still remember him fondly.
I wanna know whether you got a CG.
Nice work. Now, go ice that arm and I’ll see ya in three days.
Color Guy: Not a lot of natural talent, Bob, Goldstein just knows how to play this game. Gritty, gutty Jeff Goldstein.
Play-by-Play Guy: And by that you mean he plays well for a Jew, right?
Strat-O-Matic?
Daydream? When the “Say Anything” girl just went super-hot?
That would be wrong.
That’s a pretty weak daydream. Were it me I’d be pitching game 4 of the World Series for the Yankees with the record standing at 3-0 against the Red Sox. I’d hurl a perfect performance (striking out 15) and then retire to my hotel room to be simultaneously pleasured by Tara Reid and Monica Belluci while David Beckham’s wife watched and slathered herself with Cheez Wiz.
But that’s just me.
7Ks? Pussy.
Boy, Rob, that’d be fuckin’ amazing! And not just because of the 15 strikeouts (you should shoot for 21–it’d be a new record), the perfect game (only the second ever in World Series history!), or the hot and nasty sex.
No, it’d really be something special since no two A.L. teams have ever faced each other in the Fall Classic.
Oh! Gee! Is it hockey season again?
Not yet, Ana.
We wish.
Jeez, Robin, I’d think a baseball Hall of Famer like you would be more interested in the Phillies than the Flyers!
Send me $50 Sean and I’ll send you a signed baseball.
Sounds tempting, Robin, but after I got burned by a retired tractor salesman named Ted Williams from Sioux City last year, I’m a little more careful with my money.
Eric J,
Strat-o-matic??!!
Ah yes…love that game!!!
I have a car that was owned by Jon Voit.
No, it’d really be something special since no two A.L. teams have ever faced each other in the Fall Classic.
Its my daydream, it will be what I want it to be.
Actually, you remembered that daydream wrong. In the fourth inning, with the bases full, you got your breaking ball up and Jim Edmonds went yard. That ball ended up in Glenwood Springs where it took out the front window of this health food store, I didn’t see the name of it. We pushed across three more runs after that, you got pulled and Carpenter sailed the rest of the way. You were never in it. Sorry.