Okay, we're going to the tenth.
No matter how this game ends, I can't believe how hard Sammy hit that ball.
Down two runs with two out Sosa comes up, and I notice how fidgetty he is. Tuggin' at his sleeves, swingin' his bat, his eyes seemingly glazed and staring at nothing in particular.
"Sosa has yet to hit a post-season home run," the announcer says.
"Sammy doesn't know how to bat under pressure," I thought.
That first pitch was on the outside corner, yet Sammy swung and missed. He's too far off the plate! What's he thinking?!
He takes the second pitch and backs off, nervously fidgetting and adjusting in a seemingly manic search for context. The pitcher is calm and focused. "Sammy's lost," I thought.
The pitch lays in with all of the pitcher's confidence that Sosa can't see past his own self-doubt.
Sammy swings -- hard -- and the ball leaves the bat, the park and the doubt in 3 seconds flat!!
That's why he's Sammy Sosa and I'm me.
Posted by Tuning Spork at October 7, 2003 11:39 PM