Forget about the curveball Johnny, give 'em the heater
Swellicious. Game six was amazing. John Maine was tight and worked through some bad jams for 5.1 shut-out innings. He was attacking with his fastball and throwing a lot of high ones. I cannot say enough about what the kid went out there and did.
A few thoughts on the game:
1) The Cardinals are far from classy. I can say that Willie is a bad tactical manager and I would be right, but he gets his team to play the game the right way and the honest way. After Albert Pujols' antics this week, the last thing I needed to see was more poor showings by the Cards. Last night, Ronnie Belliard completely fell on top of Reyes head after it looked like he could very much avoid, or at least minimize, the impact during one of Reyes' stolen bases. Then, Jim Edmonds attempted a take out slide in which he hit the ground and proceeded to jump off the ground and basically try and tackle Jose Valentin. I'm okay with playing hard, but I think they crossed the line and looked like a desperate team.
2) Why is Wagner ever put in when there is a non-save situation?
3) Did anyone see Braden Looper knuckle deep up his nose after he got knocked out of the game? He was picking his nose with this ring finger (who the fuck picks their nose with their ring finger) and deftly switched to his pointer finger and hit pay dirt. Nice.
4) Tony LaRussa needs to give up the shades. He is not playing poker.
5) The Mets fans helped fuel that victory. I was not there, but you could tell things were nuts out at Shea.
6) Reyes woke up and when Reyes is in the game making things happen, the Mets win.
All I know is it does not matter who won game six. It does not matter who won game four or five. It does not matter who won 97 games or who won 83 games during the regular season. This is down to winning one more game.
Incredible. I am insanely excited right now and game seven cannot come fast enough.