Posted at 12:47 PM on October 15, 2007
by Bob Collins
When the Patriots play the Cowboys, as they did yesterday, you pretty much know that between Tom Brady, Randy Moss, Wes Welker, and Tony Romo, the key to the game is going to be somebody you expected to be the key of the game.
When the Timberwolves (or Lakers or Celtics or Bulls) play, you pretty much know that the game will turn on the usual suspects. Same with hockey. Marian Gaborik or Nikolas Bakstrom are going to determine the fate of the team.
But baseball? Baseball is the one sport that is different. I recall many years ago, Gene Tenace almost single-handedly won a World Series. And on Saturday night (contrary to what Fox believed in naming Trot Nixon the player of the game), a really average-to-below-average pitcher named Tom Mastny mowed down, in order, David Ortiz, Manny Ramirez, and Mike Lowell. This, after Indians fans far and wide had already seen him warming in the bullpen, calculated the situation, and noodled on the strategy that would be needed tonight in Jacobs' Field for Game 3, down 2 games to none.
And that is why baseball is the greatest sport.
BTW, if you're looking for a great blog to follow during a game, check out Let's Go Tribe. See you there.
Red Sox fans, you should log on to The Sons of Sam Horn. Just don't tell 'em that Sam once played for the Indians, too.