Scouts: This game was not supposed to go down like that. With Kershaw and Keuchel on the bump, it should have been a two hour, 1-0 game. Instead, the skys parted, the ground opened, and all hell broke loose. 25 fucking runs were scored. If there ever was a time to curse, last night’s game was it. It was pure insanity. I don’t even know how to recap a game like this. Where do I even begin? I could write for 12 pages giving you a play by play break down. There simply is too much lunacy.
After the Dodgers scored three in the first to open the game, I thought to myself, “Whelp, this one’s done. I mean for sure, three was more than enough for Kershaw, the greatest pitcher of his generation, in a crucial game 5.” Just no way to recover right? Right? That was until a wild 4th inning, capped by a two run homer by Yuli Gurriel tied the game up. Little did we know at the time, this was only the beginning. It was the first of 7 total home-runs hit, most of them in the last few innings. But this was the one that made everyone stand up and realize, that we suddenly have a ballgame. Kershaw immediately looked human. And very hittable. By this point, Dallas Keuchel was already run out of the game, and Kershaw would be quickly following. Neither pitcher will want to cut out their box score for this one and hang on the refrigerator.
That’s not to say any of the relief pitchers would do the same either. Collin McHugh lasted 2 innings, and gave up 3 runs. Brad Peacock gave up 2 runs and 3 hits in 1.1. Chris Devenski allowed 3 hits and 3 runs in 1.1. Brandon Morrow had probably the worst night, giving up 4 runs on 4 hits, including two home-runs without recording a single out. To say last night was a hitters wet dream would be an understatement.
As we went into the 7th and the Dodgers took a 1 run lead, I started to come to the conclusion that no lead would be safe in this game. Nothing would be certain. Even when the Astros immediately took a 3 run lead in the bottom of the frame off homers by George Springer and Carlos Correa (with a Jose Altuve RBI double sandwiched in between), I just didn’t trust the Dodgers not to come back.
And then Yasiel Puig happened. Puig who hadn’t been hitting all series, finally busted out in the top of the 9th smacking a low and away breaking ball with one hand into the left field bleachers. With ONE FUCKING HAND! Seriously if you were watching this shit in a movie you would have gotten up and walked out for being too damn unbelievable. I can just see people ranting and raving on Rotten Tomatoes about how this would never happen in real life.
So of course Chris Taylor singled three batters later to tie the game and give us the opportunity to go into extra innings. I mean, you just KNEW that was going to happen right? I man how could a game like this end without yet another improbable come back?
At this point, it was approximately 5am. What should have been a 2 hour game, that of course started at 8pm EST (So as not to conflict with Fox’s true love FOOTBALL!!!!), was now going on four and a half or so hours. It’s just gotten ridiculous. At this point I’m trying to wrap my head around what I’m seeing. I’m trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to write Monday morning. I’m trying to figure out if there’s any way I can be “sick” and not go in since I’m faced with approximately 15 minutes of sleep. I’m trying to figure out if this is the best World Series game of all time. I’m trying to figure out if this game will ever end. And mostly I’m just praying that someone, scored and someone gets three outs and this amazing, wonderful game can finally end. It’s a very strange feeling to love a moment so much, but also really, really want to move on to the next one.
Then with Kenley Janson pitching in the bottom of the 10th, all my prayers were answered and Alex Bregman singled in the winning run following a hit batter and a walk. The game was finally over. Houston as a city erupted in glee. And I was finally able to shut my computer down and try to get a little bit of sleep. Now the only thing I’m trying to figure out is what the hell is going to happen next. We know we are headed back to LA after a day off. A day off that both teams are in dire need of after completely depleting their bullpens. A day to recover from the roller coaster of emotion, full of glee and sorrow. At this point, I don’t know what will happen next. I just know I can’t wait to find out.