In case you missed it, Game 6 was one hell of a… something. Debacle? At times. Barrel of monkeys? Perhaps.
If you’re waking up as a Rangers fan, you’re thoroughly disgusted. Your team squandered leads in the 8th and 9th innings, managed to regain the lead in the 10th, give it right back in the bottom half of the inning, and ultimately lose it in the 11th. Cardinals’ postseason sensation David Freese pissed all over your Toaster Strudel, ripped your heart out, did a Texas two-step on it, and told you to like it.
If you’re a Cardinals’ fan, you couldn’t have penned a better ending to a game that was marred early and often by sloppy, Little League caliber play.
Steven St. John said it best on Twitter:
“Is there a keg in each dugout? I think both teams are drunk.”
After five—yes FIVE—early errors, it certainly appeared that way.
The bullpens were exhausted, the benches were emptied, and when the dust settled, one of the more memorable World Series games in baseball’s illustrious history was in the books.
Cardinals’ fan: Thank God for Game Seven!
Rangers’ Fan: Oh, Christ. Game Seven? Seriously?
Texas Rangers @ St. Louis Cardinals—Friday, 6:30 CT
It all comes down to this. Game Seven. Series tied. The thrilling cherry on top of a fudgy, nutty sundae of a postseason. And the best part of it all? I called it.
That’s right, in my World Series preview post, I said
Texas St. Louis in 7. And I’m sticking by it.
I don’t care that it’s in St. Louis. I don’t care that Albert Pujols might hit 5 homeruns and drive in 12. Read my Bushy lips:
Texas St. Louis will win this game. (yeah, that came out all wrong)
Look, I’m not going to pretend to know how this game will play out—that’s a fool’s move—but I will make a weird, slightly cryptic prediction. I think someone random– someone completely irrelevant—will be primarily responsible for the outcome of this game. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, your game 7 hero:
ESTEBAN GERMAN Cardinals’ Outfielder Allen Craig.
That’s right, everybody.
Ol’ Esty—who gave the Royals three years of, well, …baseball from ’06-’08—Craig is riding pine for the Rangers starting in left tonight, these days, and I’m expecting big, big things from the young man. Just wait and see.
Let’s take a gander at what weekend treats await.
New England Patriots (5-1) @ Pittsburgh Steelers (5-2)—Sunday, 3:15 CT
Were this game to take place in Foxboro, I think it would be an epic slaughter of Big Ben and Co. I don’t even think it’d be close. Wes Welker is a man possessed. Tom Brady is 6-1 against the Steelburgers.
Since they’re playing in Pittsburgh, however, I think that the Steelers will manage to keep it close—close, but still not quite enough to rape out a victory.
Since starting out the season getting thrashed by Baltimore, Pittsburgh has turned things around and now find themselves in sole possession of first place in the AFC North. Their success, however, has been softer than a baby’s foot. Their victory sheet reads like a who’s who of the league’s worst jokes: Seattle, Indy, Tennessee, Jacksonville and Arizona. They absolutely should be where they’re at; anything else would be almost unacceptable.
And although the Patriots have been miserable against the pass—32nd in the league, to be precise—there’s a likelihood that the Steelers will be without Hines Ward, who, if not out, will at least be hobbled with an ankle sprain.
Regardless of who plays injured and who doesn’t play at all, I think the team full of scrappy white guys takes this one.
(#9)Oklahoma Sooners (6-1) @ (#8)Kansas State (7-0)—Saturday, 2:30 CT
If the K-State adage “Every Man A Wildcat” (EMAW) is true, then most assuredly, “Some Dudes Are Sooners, Too” (SDAST). This Saturday, the EMAW’s and the SDAST’s square off in Manhattan for the year’s biggest Big 12 matchup to date. Screw Mizzou and forget about the Mountaineers, there’s an actual game to be had.
The surprise Snyder-Show—undefeated on the year, not that you didn’t already know that—host their brand of cool, calm, collected and exceptionally coached football in the middle of Kansas on Saturday afternoon. The Sooners likely had their National Championship quest blown to bits last weekend at the hands of Texas Tech, and Stoops and Friends will most certainly be looking to avenge the death of their season’s hopes and dreams.
While it seems reasonable to think that the success of the Cats hinges on the shoulders of exciting playmaker QB Collin Klein, the real story here is whether Oklahoma will be able to demonstrate a sustained passing attack against the best passing defense in the conference. Something’s gotta give, and I’m gonna watch.
Pittsburgh Penguins (7-2-2) @ Canadian City (?) Maple Leafs (5-2-1)—Saturday, 6 CT
We’ve got a real scorcher on the horizon, come Saturday, eh? Look for a high or low scoring contest between teams who may or maybe weren’t picked to be preseason favorites to win the coveted… Hockey Championship Trophy. I know that The Penguins have Sidney Crosby, though his name might be spelled Sydney. I know it’s Crosby, though. You’d have to be an idiot not to know that. But he’s had a concussion for like, a year and a half now… wait… did he die? Shit.
Look, I’ll drop the charade. I’d like to make a confession: I know NOTHING about hockey. I’ll wait while you mop up the Fruitopia you just sprayed across your computer screen in astonishment…
See, I don’t know the first thing about hockey. Well—I suppose I’m not being fair to myself. I know a little. I get the idea behind a power play, the concept of high-sticking, etc. What I mean to say is that I know nothing about the current STATE of hockey. My knowledge of the game begins and ends with NHL ’94 for the Sega Genesis. As far as I’m concerned, Jeremy Roenick is still a standout for the Blackhawks, Luc Robitaille is still kicking ass for the Los Angeles Kings and the Phoenix Coyotes are just a group of dudes who round up illegal immigrants at border crossings. The Penguins—my favorite on the game—had Ulf Samuelsson, Larry Murphy, Jaromir Jagr and some pretty decent dude named Mario Lemieux. All of this Lemieux cat’s stats were like, in the high 90’s. That was boss.
I could have kicked your ass with the Penguins, I promise.
But alas, I got older. I outgrew NHL ’94– I outgrew video games in general– and what fleeting, insubstantial knowledge of NHL rosters and team strengths and weaknesses I had was brushed into the rubbish bin, like so much delicious poutine after the gravy congeals.
All excuses aside, I plan on learning. Well, I should clarify. I plan on attempting to watch most of a game, at least. Because before you know it, college football will be in remission, the NFL season will be done, and, unless the NBA gets its nonsense together, we’ll be left with snow-skiing and college hoops. You know, until I become an NHL expert.
I’ll keep you posted.