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MIKE AND THE MAD DOG STYLE TAKE ON GAME 2 OF THE 1916 WORLD SERIES
Live from WFAN, it’s Mike Francesa and Chris “Mad Dog” Russo
MIKE:
Alright, lemme tell ya, folks—this is a disgrace. A disgrace! The Houston Astros have now gone EIGHTEEN INNINGS without scoring a single run in the World Series. I mean, c’mon, what are we doin’ here!?
MAD DOG (losing his mind):
MIKE—MIKE! It’s not just bad, it’s HISTORICALLY BAD! You’re talkin’ about a team that waltzed into the postseason like they owned the place—and now they can’t buy a hit with a credit card and a co-signer! TWO HITS TODAY! TWO!! They got shut out AGAIN, FOUR NOTHIN’! IT’S UNBELIEVABLE!!
MIKE:
Beeman. Shamar Beeman. The kid looked like Sandy Koufax out there. He had 'em baffled! Seven innings, six strikeouts, two hits, no runs, ninety-seven pitches. I mean, it was like the Astros were swinging blindfolded!
MAD DOG:
You got guys like Segovia, Morine, Delgado—0-fers across the board! Rivera looked LOST behind the plate. They’re outta rhythm, they’re outta sync, and lemme tell ya somethin’ Mike: they are OUTTA LUCK unless they wake up yesterday!
MIKE:
Meanwhile, San Francisco—they're not even doing anything flashy! They're just playing clean, crisp, fundamental October baseball. You know what that is, Dog? That’s championship baseball. You get a solo homer from Rudeseal—BOOM. You get a double from Baca, another from Linkletter, and they’re driving in runs while Houston’s leaving bats in the bat rack.
MAD DOG:
And let me tell ya something about Goldsmith, alright? He goes eight innings, gives up four runs, only one walk, 108 pitches. Not a terrible outing—but NO run support! I mean, what do you want the guy to do? Drive himself in!?
MIKE:
Exactly. And let’s talk big picture here—Game 3 goes to Houston. Minute Maid Park. If they don’t score early in that one, you can kiss this series goodbye. You’re not beating this Giants staff three straight, I don’t care if you bring Nolan Ryan outta retirement!
MAD DOG:
OH PLEASE! Game 3’s a must-win, Mike. You go down 3-0, that’s the end of the movie. Roll the credits, close the book, put the champagne on ice in San Francisco.
MIKE:
We’re talkin’ about a team that won over 120 games in the regular season. And they look like they forgot how to swing a bat. Eighteen scoreless innings. Eighteen!
MAD DOG:
Houston, we have a problem!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
MIKE (deadpan):
Cute. Very cute.
MAD DOG (still laughing):
Mike, I can’t help it, it's a DISASTER!
MIKE:
Game 3, Friday. Minute Maid. If the bats don’t show up, Dog… they might as well not either.
MAD DOG:
Turn out the lights!
MIKE:
The party’s over.
[CUE OUTRO MUSIC]
"Back after this on the FAN!"
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