When I Step Into the Light, My Arms are Open Wide

I agree with some of these writers that the Astros v. Braves game yesterday was a historic matchup, but I don't know if I would rank it as one of the greatest playoff games of all time. Let's give it a little time and see how it stacks up once it reaches the sepia-like tones of games from '75 and '86.

My problem with the game yesterday was the level of offensive futility that took place in the "2nd game." Before Burke's homerun in the bottom of the 18th, the teams had combined for 0 runs and 4 hits after the 9th inning. It was painful to watch at times simply because neither team could manufacture any type of production against what appeared to be mostly sub-par pitching performances by both teams.

Clemens was impressive during his relief appearance, especially due to the fact that he could have conceivably been the only Astros pitcher available for the duration of the game.

As we watched the game and observed both teams inability to begin any type of sustained offensive surge, we quickly determined that the only way the game was going to end was a homerun or one of the catchers standing up as the ball reached the plate and freely allowing it to go the backstop so the runners could circle the bases unimpeded and put us all out of our misery. We suspected the former but secretly hoped for the latter.

Current Listening: "Dave Matthews Band: Live in Chicago"