I don’t know how that just happened.
I feel like I just went through war.
Another roller coaster, soul-dividing postseason grind of a game.
Thank god for this author’s life it was a win.
I don’t know if I could have survived another loss like that.
I really don’t.
It looked for a little bit that we were almost certainly headed that way.
Let’s try and break it down.
The Yankees did what they needed to do early and jumped out to an early lead.
With Gavin Williams starting you had to take advantage.
Juan Soto did just that.
$1000 chicken buckets, I don’t care.
The game remained tight until Giancarlo Stanton continued to be an unstoppable force in the playoffs.
Legit a fucking monster.
Oh you thought a 6-2 lead would be a sure thing here?
Not with this bullpen.
That security blanket you thought you had with Clay Holmes?
Mark Leiter Jr. would have to come in for high leverage outs in this one.
Even though he overall pitched well given the circumstances, this play made me want to un-alive myself.
How did this happen?
Leiter should have fielded it and Rizzo probably should have caught it.
Another tie game late in the ALCS.
My little belief in god?
Twitter’s suicide alert system?
Despite all of that bullshit, somehow someway, the Yankees got to Clase again.
I legit don’t know how they keep doing this, but I’m not going to question it.
Tonight it was the bottom of the order getting to him.
Rizzo, Volpe, Verdugo.
Then Gleyber back up top.
They welcome this dude into the game and he continually shits down his leg.
Will he post his All Star Game rings again tonight on Instagram?
Of course it wasn’t easy in the bottom of the 9th.
Why would it be?
Seemingly staying away from closer Luke Weaver, Boone leaned on Tommy Kahnle for the save.
With the winning run at the plate he induced this ground ball to end it.
Why would it be handled cleanly?
Obviously there was a bobble by Berti.
Nevertheless, the final out was recorded.
I hope to never again relive the thoughts that raced through my head in this moment.
Somehow it all results in the Yankees being one win away from the World Series.
My heart is decaying by the second but my god is it awesome.
Postseason baseball at its finest.
These games have been torture.
I can’t trust anyone.
It’s 1am as I key in this in the office.
I may just go home and cry tears of joy to pull that one out.
2-2 would have been a nightmare.
3-1 is a dream.
Rodon on the bump tomorrow vs Bibee.
Lock this shit up and go to the World Series.
See ya Saturday night.
I’ve officially challenged the TBS cameraman to a duel.
If anyone has his contact info just relay it to me.
Can’t do this.
Has to be tarred and feathered in town square.
