When I composed my irrational plea for shrimp yesterday, I didn't really think there was a chance. 2.23%? No shot, even that low percentage chance was too high. When the lowly Pirates raced out to a 3 and later 5 run lead, I had given up hope.
The drunken power of 40 people who share a great love of Jenny Lewis, gourmet food, and Guy Clark took over. The baseball gods heeded our collective plea, and intervened. Canadian saint Matt Stairs set the wheels into motion, hitting a key home run. Moments later Ryan Howard cleared the bases to tie the game. But that had to be it, right?
A ground rule double, an intentional walk and infield single loaded the bases. HOLY SHIT, THERE IS GOING TO BE A DAMN WALKOFF WALK!! But no, Paul Bako couldn't wait. He had to line the game-winning single to send 45 170 people home happy and 40 people
home to the bar content but not quite delirious, all too keenly aware of how close they came.
I'm not one for hyperbole, but had last night's game ended in a walkoff walk it would have been the greatest thing in the history of the internet, possibly of all time. Instead lots of beer was imbibed and a night was unforgettable rather than the stuff of legend. I can't wait until next year. Search "#heist" on Twitter for a recap of the goodness.