Life of Wry

Thank goodness for that Freddie Freeman fella, who whacked (finally) a walk-off solo home run to end a game that had started nearly 7 hours earlier, and give the Dodgers a win … as well as a 2-1 lead over the Toronto Blue Jays in the World Series. As fantastic as the game was — and it truly was a stunning game for the ages (glad I saw it!) — I was losing patience. I mean, a 9-inning game is long enough, but this was two full nine inning games in one.. an 18 inning game! And nobody had scored a run since about the 7th inning, so this spectator was starting to get frustrated. But … I couldn’t look away. I was there for every pitch, every hit, every blown opportunity, every new pitcher (there may have been twenty pitchers in this game!).. all of it.

Anyway, look it up, it will surely be record setting in so many categories and my description will not do it any justice at all. I did listen to the post game analysis (A-Rod, Derek Jeter, Big Poppy (wow), and that one other guy named Kevin, I think) and know for a fact this game will be going down in history as one of the greats.

As happens every year during the World Series, Jim and I become overnight fans, rooting like nutcases for Our Team! We typically know not a single player, but we get to know them fast and have the nerve to get angry with them when they don’t perform to our liking. It’s shameless. (Hilarious, really.)

Anyway.. now we love Ohtani, and Freddie, and Mookie and that cute Will Smith.

Isn’t this a sweet pic? It’s Freddie hugging Dave Roberts, the Dodger manager. He looks more exhausted and relieved than happy, but sure he’s all three.