Saturday, September 30, 2006 |
Tempest: Dodgers 4, Giants 3
— but wait.
First storm, first raindrop: Jeff Kent singles.
Lightning: J.D. Drew's blast, sailing, sailing, sailing over the railing and not quite into the sea.
Second storm, first raindrop: Jeff Kent's single.
Cue Jason Repko.
Cue Russell Martin walk.
Second storm, second raindrop: The Tomato dunks one, way, way to right, just shy of the line by a few feet. Repko races in.
Third raindrop: Lugo grounds out to third, Russell to third.
Show me the magic.
Wild pitch. 4-3. Ballgame.
And Saito, Sammy, whatever you want to call him, nailed it down, bending with a couple of singles, but not breaking, getting a called third strike on Sweeney.
No worse than a tie for the Wild Card now, and thanks to the Padres 3-1 loss to the Diamondbacks, the Dodgers are tied for the division lead, once more. Never in all my days have I seen such an exhilarating pennant race. So many miracles, like beads on a string. And yet, three losses and it's all over just the same. It ain't over yet. Wow.
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