The sign.
The squeeze sign.
Pagan’s on third, the score’s tied in the 9th, there’s only one out, Sox stud Bobby Jenks is on the mound, and Theriot’s up to bat.
The squeeze should have been obvious (if for no other reason than the circumstances were exactly right).
But I guess it wasn’t because…it worked.
In fact, everything that Lou touched yesterday turned to gold.
And gold, I’ve learned, is the last thing to expect this year.
All the money was on the table – exactly the kind of thing where if it doesn’t work it’s a DISASTER.
Confidence, team psyche, whatever you want to call it – if this squeeze doesn’t work and the Cubs go on to lose it would have been more than digging yourself into a hole.
It’s hole squared.
But it worked.
Maybe this suicide squeeze sign is actually a sign of a bigger sign.
Maybe at the end of this season we look back at this little squeeze play and say, “that’s when everything changed.”
Maybe it has.
Cubs 2 Sox 1, Cubs up 2 games to nothin.
Okay, how’s about a sweep today?
