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Harry Doyle, on the call…
“Well helloooo again, everybody — this is Harry Doyle, and if you tuned in late, don’t worry… you didn’t miss a game. You missed a crime scene.
The Cleveland Indians, their backs firmly against the brick wall, came out tonight like a team that absolutely refused to clean out their lockers. Final score from Jacobs Field: Indians 17, Rays 4. Seventeen. To four. That’s not ‘stay alive’ — that’s a full-blown baseball exorcism.
Now Tampa Bay actually struck first — couple of long balls in the second inning, and for a brief moment it looked like the Rays were thinking, ‘Let’s wrap this thing up.’
Bad idea. Very bad idea.
Because once Cleveland got going… they never stopped.
Danny Alay — my goodness — three hits, a home run, four runs scored. The man was on base so much he should’ve started paying rent. And Luis Lira? Four for four, a triple, three runs, two driven in — I’ve seen men get less applause after saving children from burning buildings.
By the middle innings, this one was over, folks. Rays pitchers were coming in, going out, looking around like they left the oven on back in Tampa. Cleveland piled on runs in the third… the fourth… the fifth… and by the eighth inning, the scoreboard operator was starting to sweat.
Seventeen hits. Seventeen runs. The Indians turned an elimination game into a party — and Tampa Bay into a cautionary tale.
So the Rays still lead the series, three games to two — but now they gotta go home knowing this:
Cleveland’s not dead.
Cleveland’s angry.
And Cleveland just reminded everyone that momentum can swing faster than a Danny Alay fastball into the seats.
Game Six coming up at Tropicana Field… and folks — if this series has taught us anything — it’s that nothing is over until the final out… and sometimes not even then.
For the Indians, this was survival.
For the Rays? Let’s just say… tomorrow’s a good day to take batting practice early.
This is Harry Doyle saying — don’t go anywhere. Baseball’s still got a few tricks left.” ⚾🎙️