Postcards: It's Game Seven... (Free EPD Report)

Here's a quick lesson from one of the greatest baseball games ever... and the baseball card that jogged this idea on a Saturday morning.

Dear Fellow Expat:

The Metrodome in Minneapolis buzzed.

Game 7.

The 1991 World Series.

Atlanta Braves versus Minnesota Twins.

Baseball fans remember Twins pitcher Jack Morris in that game.

He pitched ten shutout innings against a damn good Braves lineup.

I was 10 years old. My older brother was rooting for the Braves. So, I was rooting for the Braves. Every pitch, a lump filled my throat.

Games and life come down to moments.

The one that decided the game?

Eighth inning. The score: 0-0.

The speedy Braves outfielder Lonnie Smith is on first base.

Terry Pendleton is up to bat.

He swings. Crack! The ball rockets toward the gap in left-center.

Smith should be flying.

He’d played organized professional baseball since 1974.

With that ball in the gap, third base is his.

Easily home.

But along comes a hero.

The Twins second baseman is Chuck Knoblauch.

He’s a rookie. He takes a chance.

He pretends that the ball hit was a groundball hit to him. Smith’s running past him. Knoblauch dekes the runner, …