Five Things That Stood Out About World Series Game 2 That Had Nothing To Do With The Game Itself
If you're a baseball fan and you watched Game 2 , you don't need me to tell you that it was one of the greatest, most exciting World Series games every played. Eight home runs (a WS record), the extra innings, the back-and-forth volley of the score - all of which rounded up to a rootin' tootin' good time.
However, there were five things that highly caught my interest that had absolutely zero to do with on-the-diamond ongoings, and I'm here to list them for you. Let's start with a real obvious one:
Vin Scully Just Slaying It With The Opening Pitch
He came, he talked, he had legends come in and do the dirty work. Scully could have walked around and recited the entire screenplay for Field of Dreams and that in itself would have been enthralling, but the way he had that entire stadium eating out of the palm of his hand was a moment for the history books.
Not hard to say that he's the GOAT.
Noticing Justin Verlander's Extremely Hairy Forearms
Great Gatsby's ghost - look at those things. I haven't seen forearms like that since my adolescent visit to the orthodontist. Verlander, one of the game's most memorable aces of this era, could pull off a George "The Animal" Steele costume by cutting those sleeves off and eating a lime freeze pop. Just an intimidating visual I couldn't shake (but strangely didn't want to).
Pat "Mutha F'n" Sajak Was In The House
R-S-T-L-N-E. Tell Timberlake and Peyton to hit the bricks, Los Angeles had it's very own angel in attendance (particularly true with that fantastic Gordon Ramsey-esque dye job) and that was the wheel bringer himself. Say what you want about Trebek being the King of Kings (Bobby Barks hold that crown for me), but Sajak ain't nobody's fool.
Discovering That Jose Altuve Only Stands At 5'6"
Until Wednesday night, I had no clue that one of the best players in today's game rings in only a few inches more than Michael J. Fox, Prince or yours truly. I couldn't hit a baseball if it was encased in a beach ball (and nor could Prince - Purple Rain could ball, though ), but Altuve let his playoff presence be known with that 10th inning shot to center giving him six HRs for the postseason. Giving him two more than this big bastard:
That Randy Newman can go fuck himself.
Verlander Emerging From The Clubhouse To Rally The Troops
I really want to believe that part of this was because someone stole his forearm comb, but seeing JV flip the eff out to pretty much pull a Frank The Tank in Old School probably psyched Mr. Sajak up enough to stare down Tweet master Brandon McCarthy and made me want to shake my television like the Ultimate Warrior.
All it takes is some Al Pacino blood-vessel bursting type motivation for you to come back from from a two-run lead and take this show back to Houston.