Were the Cardinals really down to their last strike on five different pitches? How many checked swings on the sliders of loser Drew Storen would have ended their season, had they gone another foot?
Get used to it. That’s the nature of the baseball beast. The trek to a pennant, to World Series visits, even to a title, usually take years and, almost always, pass through dark, cold and unforgiving nights like this.
Save the part about “it makes the ultimate victory all the sweeter.” Maybe we’ll be ready for that after awhile. Could take some time. Remind me again: How long is winter? And when do pitchers and catchers report?
For nearly four hours on Friday night, the Nationals seemed on the verge of beating the Cardinals and moving on to play the San Francisco Giants for the National League pennant. Even now the words seem almost hallucinatory. But it was that close — hold fingers inches apart — a League Championship Series against a team the Nats dominated in five of six meetings during the regular season.
Then the reason that the Cardinals are the defending world champions — as well as one of the toughest and most fortunate teams of recent decades — began to come clearer and clearer.
Finally, in a four-run ninth inning against Storen, the red trim of the Cardinals uniform began to look entirely too much like blood. The biggest crowd in Nationals Park history, 45,966, still stood until the end, pleading for the obviously impossible, until finally Ryan Zimmerman, perhaps the Nat who deserved the distinction least, made the last out at 12:29 Standard Hades Time.
The pattern of this game, on a chilly night, was nothing short of diabolical, yet typical of the tests that playoff baseball poses. Can you accept the fact that no lead is safe? That the utterly ridiculous or improbable will happen? And that every squandered opportunity, every ground ball off the tip of a glove, will almost inevitably prove fatal when you play against a team that is uttlerly indistinguishable from your own image.
The Nats led 6-0 after three innings after an assault of three home runs, a triple and a double. The homers were by Zimmerman, with a man on, Bryce Harper, who also had an RBI triple, and Michael Morse, a two-run shot after a Zimmerman double. Well, that takes care of the good stuff, except for a marvelous, clutch two-out single by Kurt Suzuki in the bottom of the eighth that gave the Nats an “insurance run” — surely the bitterest of euphemisms at this moment.