Uhoh
Hamilton steps out of the box to collect himself, then steps in and makes his eight out. But the crowd is behind him. And now “The Final Countdown” is playing. I don’t know if this is electric or cheesy.
And there’s the ninth out. I’m nervous. For no particular reason.
That old codger looked gassed up there in the finals, like Harris in Major League. Get Council some Vagisil (for his curveball).