Your Saturday Baseball Open Thread

Saturday, the greatest day on earth. There’s no work for anyone and a full slate of games. The sun is shining and the farmers markets are packed. It’s a great day to go to the pool and listen to the game on the radio. It’s a great day to drink a few beers. It’s a great day to get in your seven mile run, if you’re into that. Saturday can be whatever you want it to be.

This game took place on a Saturday, only it was not in the summer but in October. I actually know it was a Saturday, because I skipped my first homecoming and called off my date with a girl to watch this game – I’m sorry Kelsey. It’s true.

Little Marquis Grissom, scampering in on a semi-passed ball. Randy Myers on the hill, Omar Vizquel at the plate. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was really happy for the Indians. And look at old Davey Johnson in that Baltimore dugout! I remember myself wishing that they they would play all night when this game was going on, and they basically did.

This was the game that swung that series and allowed the the Indians to make a World Series run.