If you are old enough, you will know the "Let's Play Two" quote from the great Ernie Banks, who optimistically suggested the idea one beautiful Chicago Summer day.
Well, if you follow the boxes, you saw the Athletics and Angels mixed it up for 19 innings Monday night, and I worked the whole thing, meaning I did not get home until 3 AM, after arriving at the yard shortly before six.
In fact, one reason I did not post these thoughts Tuesday was that I was toast the bulk of the day.
That is because after my day gig, I worked a game that included:
- 18.6 innings
- 597 pitches
- 6 hours and 32 minutes of play
- 156 batters faced
- 35 strikeouts
- A 475-foot home run by Mark Trumbo, who clobbered dingers in all three games of the series
- Two players who left the game with pulled left hamstrings (Peter Bourjos and Coco Crisp)
- One player who left with a twisted ankle (Brett Anderson)
- One player who left with a tight right quad (Chris Young, who was a sub for Josh Reddick in the first place)
- The longest Oakland Athletics game in the team's history.
It was a crazy night. In fact, when the score was 7-2 going into the bottom of the eighth inning, we all had commented on how ugly the Marlins/Mets game, that ran 16 innings, must have been.
But, those ten-A'-scious Athletics plated four in the eighth, and another in the ninth to push the game to extra frames right around the three hour and 20 minute mark.
And, again, with two out in the bottom of the 15th, after Brett Anderson walked in the go-ahead run in the top of the 15th when Chris Young tied things back up, forcing the beat writers to re-write their pieces for the umpteenth time.
Of course, Anderson was scheduled to start the game, but because his ankle was ailing--placing the lefty on the DL--Dan Straily did the honors. However, Anderson did come in top of the 12th, and delivered 5.1 innings of three-hit, one-run ball in arguably his best performance of the season.
However, it was noted that Jerome Williams started his stint in the tenth inning, and it was noted that had he simply started the game and completed the six inning four-hit, one-run (which was unearned) stint, it would have counted as a quality start.
I finally matched my box score with the OS, Art de lost Santos, around 2:50 AM--with whom I also worked Dallas Braden's perfect game--and started to trudge home, finally falling into bed and asleep around 3:30 in the morning.
And, as tough as that game was to dog out, it is bonding as we all get loopier and loopier in the booth, and wise crack, play obscure trivia, and watch the magic of any game unfurl.
Monday night/Tuesday morning was especially loony. And magical.