Bottom of the 9th, Cubs 5 Cards 1.
I am relaxed and reclined on the couch.
Dempster comes in, Edmonds homers.
I don’t even sit up.
Then some guy named Ryan Ludwick hits another one out to the deepest part of the park.
Damn.
Then Molina smokes a single, and I realize none of these hits have been cheap and my heart starts to get cranky as LOU PULLS Dempster and in comes old Iron Man Bob Howry but BANG!! What is going ON? it’s another hit and there’s something not healthy now COMPLETELY awake in my chest and BANG! THE BASES ARE LOADED AND LIKE A GAZELLE THAT REALIZES THE LION IS NEAR, THE HEAD OF RON SANTO POPS OUT OF MY HEART AND BEGINS SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS AND BANG!! IT’S A CRAZY BACKSPINNING GROUNDER TO SHORT AND now the game is over.
I saw it in my head as sure as it was right there on the table: my heart attack has the head of a screaming Ron Santo coming out of it wearing those glasses with lenses that are supposed to get dark in light and light in dark.
Today I worship at the Altar of Carlos as (except for a Pujols blip) he shuts down the Cards completely for 8. Floyd gets his third homer in as many days. The Cubs load the bases in the 9th, and Daryle Ward knocks in the decisive runs with the bases clearing double.
And Forgotten Felix even hit a rocket double to right!
Cubs 5, Cards 3. Brewers 5, Reds 6 (Big Swede: you owe me MONEY!).
And today is the big double header.
Go Cubs.
