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Mike: This game was a laugher. An absolute laugher. You blinked, and it was 6–0 before you even found your seat! The Yankees didn’t just lose, Chris — they got embarrassed.
Mad Dog: WHAT A JOKE! WHAT A DISGRACE! I mean, Mike — they gave up nineteen runs! NINETEEN! In a postseason game! I’ve seen beer league softball games that were closer than this!
Mike: Cleveland was teeing off on everybody the Yankees sent out there. Phipps? He was on base every time you looked up. Three hits, three walks, five runs scored. You can’t get the guy out!
Mad Dog: He’s Babe Ruth, Mike! BABE RUTH in an Indians uniform! And that lineup — Satiago with three doubles, Fernandez with a homer, Eneki driving in runs left and right — it was batting practice. The Yankees’ pitching? An abomination!
Mike: Abdul-Ra’uf didn’t even record an out, Chris. He faced six hitters, gave up five hits, six runs, and hit the showers. Two wild pitches with runners on 3rd base made it 2-0! The bullpen wasn’t any better. By the time it was over, Cleveland had eighteen hits.
Mad Dog: The Indians are playing like they’re possessed, Mike. They’re steamrolling everybody! And the Yankees? They’re playing like a team that wants to go home. They’ve got no fight. None!
Mike: Cleveland now up 3–0 in the series. They’re one win away from a sweep and a return trip to the World Series. And you know what, Chris? This is nothing new.
Mad Dog: NOTHING new! Besides that fluke in 1921 — when the Yankees somehow shocked the Indians in a four-game sweep — Cleveland has owned them in October. Owned them!
Mike: Every time these two teams meet, it’s the same story: Cleveland hits, New York fumbles, and the Indians walk away smiling.
Mad Dog: I’ll tell ya, Mike — if the Yankees don’t show some pride tomorrow, they might as well forfeit and save the plane fare. Because this Cleveland team? They’re a runaway train right now!
Mike: Yeah, Chris — and the way it’s going, the only thing that can stop them is the calendar.
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