But I had to be careful not to wake the FP Gal. At 1250a. The game went even longer, but Geoff Blum's homer in the top of the 14th was the backbreaker. In his first ever postseason at-bat. Truly amazing story.
But that's one of the charms of postseason baseball. Every October has a dozen or so amazing stories. Close calls, records and unexpected heroism fuel these stories. The baseball playoffs are (IMHO) the best sports tournament.
Couple of other things to say about Game 3. If the Astros want the roof open, leave it open. Unless weather interferes or something. (Last night's weather in Houston was in the 60's and it looked pretty brutal. Fans were in their winter gear. Seriously.) MLB's policy is that they have the final say on the roof during the World Series. I really wish they'd explain their policy more fully. That might quiet the people who were using it as an excuse for losing. A full 24 hours before they started the game.
And speaking of complaints and conspiracies, the close calls in Game 3 went the Astros' way. Not complaining about it. Close calls can go either way. Some teams take advantage, some teams stand around and pout (yes, I'm looking at you, Angels). I'd love for every game to be called perfectly, but that's a foolish dream. Human error is part of the game.
Specifically, the home run/double that went Houston's way was almost impossible to call. It hit about two feet to the double side of a yellow line in center left. You'd have to station an ump next to the centerfielder to see that accuratly. I really, really enjoy Minutemaid Park, but their outfield homerun 'line' could use some help.
Mostly, I feel great. This feels very unreal. World Series champs? Still having trouble getting my mind around that.
I bet it'd feel pretty good.
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