Luck, Mostly Good and a little Bad
Almost all of the reporters were asking about Holliday’s slide into Marco Scutaro. I haven’t seen the replay, so maybe I’ll change my mind about it. But from where I stood in centerfield it looked like he went in hard but it didn’t seem like it was over the top. That’s the way you play baseball, or at least the way I learned how to play. You try to break up the double play. If I was going into second base – especially in a game that means as much as each of these games mean – I’d be doing whatever I can to keep that guy from throwing that ball to first
At the same time, Holliday’s slide really fired us up. He hurt our guy. We were mad. I don’t know how Marco is right now, but I’m glad we have a day off tomorrow so he can rest the leg.
And it was perfect that Marco came through with the big hit in the fourth to drive in three runs. That’s how things happen sometimes. A bad thing happens, then something good.
There’s more than a little bit of luck in baseball. Sometimes that’s what it takes to win a game.
Like my high chopper over David Freese’s head at third base in the fourth inning.
Then Crawford followed my bit of luck with some of his own. He hit a dribbler that should have been an easy out but Carpenter, the pitcher, made a bad throw to first. He’s safe at first, I’m safe at second.
Crawford looked over at me at second and we both kind of laughed, like “Do you believe this is how we’re mounting a rally?’’
I got lucky again in the eighth when I had to race back to first base when Jon Jay made that amazing catch on Crawford’s fly ball to center. (Crawford was robbed of two hits tonight by spectacular plays. That was his dose of bad luck.) To be honest, I thought I had no chance to get back to first – I was already about five feet past second. But I raced back and dove to the bag, trying to wriggle past Craig’s outstretched glove. The umpire called me safe. The replay apparently showed Craig did, in fact, tag my shirt. The umpire saw it differently.
I ended up scoring in what became a four-run inning that put us ahead for good.
One of the things that always makes me smile during our games is looking into the dugout when I get on base – or when anybody gets on base. You see our guys going crazy – Wilson, Lincecum, Hensley, Huff, Theriot, Romo, all of them. It reminds me that this is still a fun game and not just a business. Even in the playoffs, everyone on this team is having fun like it’s spring training.
We get to sleep in our own beds tonight and then be back at the park around 9:30 to board buses to the airport. Our charter flight to St. Louis leaves around 11. I think we go to straight to the field for a workout and then to the hotel.
We’ll see you Sunday, right? I don’t expect we’ll sweep in St. Louis. And we’d rather win the championship here, in front of our amazing fans.
Keep sending us good luck!