All these baseball games remind me of a long ago, looong, hot summer when our really young daughter played softball. She was the worst player on the team (sorry honey but you know it's true : ) and so she batted last. Not a single hit the entire season, but she loved it anyway so we loved it anyway. Then came the final game of the regular season. The winner would go to the playoffs.
Bottom of the ninth, we're at bat, and losing. Two outs, two runners on, and they're still a