The light, every so often, eclipses the dark
Baseball's a funny game. Some days or weeks, nothing goes right, and we helpless observers are left to our bereaved rants and gods-cursing. And then, one random gorgeous weekday, our team hammers five doubles and seven runs, and our 3-4-5 guys each pick up two hits, and a third-string catcher records two RBIs, and Angel Berroa smokes a hard, clean single up the middle, and our closer closes the 9th with two strikeouts and an induced grounder to second, and, really, there seems nothing wrong with this team, neither flaws nor reason to believe they can't repeat these successes.
I repeat: Five doubles. Effortless save. Base hit for Angel Berroa. All amounting to a 7-4 win.
This on the heels of a comeback win last night so perfect it framed its own symmetry -- two runs in the 1st, two in the 9th, and nothing necessary in between -- and so dramatic as to employ, in the plot, a man who just that morning was reporting for farm duties in Omaha. "This game is so crazy," Ryan Shealy said after his 9th inning single gave the Royals a 4-3 lead. "This is the least prepared I've felt before a game as far as at-bats. Now, I'm like, 'Thank goodness I'm back.'"
The light is good. The light, at times, will make you believe the impossible.