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MIKE: Alright! HERE WE GO! Yankees—Indians—Game 3—Cleveland! And lemme tell ya, Dog, this was NOT a pitchers’ duel. This was not exactly Koufax vs. Gibson. This was batting practice, okay? Yankees win it 15-8, they pound out twenty-one hits—TWENTY-ONE!—and they’re back in the series, 2-1.
MAD DOG: HAH! Mikey, it was a GONG SHOW out there! You’re talkin’ about Janczak, he gets the win somehow—someway—gives up fifteen hits in five innings! FIFTEEN! And they STILL win by seven runs! That’s how bad Cleveland was today! TERRIBLE! TERRIBLE pitching performance!
MIKE: Yeah, but listen—Kyle Centeno, the kid from Perth Amboy, he’s the star. Three hits, homer, double, two RBIs, plays great. And Andy Miller—big moment—third inning—hits a ball that Cleveland kicks around like they’re playing hacky sack on the shores of Lake Erie! Two-run single turns into chaos, Yankees go up 5-2, and they never look back.
MAD DOG: And what is Kevin Neubauer doing after the game?! “IF and WHEN we win the World Series.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Down 15–8 at home and the guy’s channeling Popovich! Take some questions! Face the music! You got steamrolled!
MIKE: Dog, Dog, relax. It’s a seven-game series. They’re still up. The Indians can still hit. Eighteen hits today! Santiago? Three hits, four RBIs. Phipps? Couple doubles. They’re not dead yet.
MAD DOG: They scored EIGHT runs and LOST by SEVEN! What do ya want from me?! This is NOT championship-caliber pitching!
MIKE: Tomorrow—big game—right here in Cleveland. Yankees trying to even the series. Indians trying to stop the bleeding.
MAD DOG: And Janczak better send Centeno a bottle of champagne for SAVING HIS HIDE! HA-HA-HA! Unbelievable game. Yankees back in it!
MIKE: Alright that’ll do it. Yankees 15, Indians 8. Series now 2-1. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. Back after this.
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