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JOE BENIGNO RECAP – NLDS GAME 2: METS AT BREWERS (10/14/1924)
Ohhhhhh, folks — I can’t believe what I’m watching. The three-time defending WORLD CHAMPION New York Mets — yeah, your Mets — the team that’s ruled baseball for three straight years, the team that’s been the class of the league since 1921… are on the ropes. DOWN 2–0 to the Milwaukee Brewers. I mean, what are we doing here?!
This is not how a dynasty goes out, folks. You win three straight championships — you’re supposed to go out swinging, showing some pride, reminding everybody why you’re the champs. Instead? A 7–3 embarrassment in Milwaukee. Same story as Game 1 — no clutch hitting, lousy pitching, and not an ounce of that championship swagger we’ve seen the last three years.
Luis Peters… I don’t even know what to say. This guy was supposed to be part of the next wave, right? He’s out there serving meatballs like it’s a backyard barbecue. Six innings, five earned runs — five! — and every time the Mets grabbed a little momentum, he gave it right back. You can’t have that in October. You just can’t.
And the seventh inning? Forget it. Absolute meltdown. Brad Busby — I can’t believe I’m saying this — BRAD BUSBY, a guy most fans couldn’t pick out of a lineup, ropes a two-run double to flip the game. The Brewers take the lead, the crowd goes nuts, and from there, it’s over. Lights out.
And don’t even get me started on Cesar Malagon — this guy’s been a one-man wrecking crew. Two hits, three RBIs, a homer, two stolen bases — he looked like he was channeling George Brett out there! Every time he came to the plate, the Mets were sweating bullets.
Now listen — I love these Mets. I’ve been with them through everything — from the miracle of ’21, the grind in ’22, the dominance in ’23. They were legends. They played with fire, with guts, with heart. But what I’m seeing now? It’s not the same team. It’s a team that looks TIRED. Beat. Like the weight of a three-year reign finally caught up to them.
The bats have gone quiet. The bullpen’s a mess. The defense looks shaky. And the Brewers? They’re playing hungry baseball. They want it more — and you can feel it.
You know what this feels like, folks? It feels like the end of an era. Like the torch is about to be passed. Unless they wake up in Game 3 at Citi Field, this thing’s over. Done. Finished. The dynasty — the greatest run this franchise has ever had — could end with a whimper instead of a bang.
And that, my friends, is heartbreaking.
We’ve seen this movie before, just not with these Mets. I thought they were different. Maybe they still are. Maybe they’ve got one more miracle left in ‘em. But after what I just saw tonight? I’m not holding my breath.
The Brewers are up 2–0, heading to New York. The champs are bleeding. And unless they rediscover that magic — that grit that made ‘em unbeatable — the reign of the mighty Mets… is about to come crashing down.
Ohhhh, baby. I can’t take it anymore.
— Joe Benigno, WFAN, trying to believe… but it’s slipping away. 🎙️

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MICHAEL KAY RECAP – ALDS GAME 3
NEW YORK YANKEES AT KANSAS CITY ROYALS – OCTOBER 15, 1924 – KAUFFMAN STADIUM
Well folks, this was one of those games that felt like October baseball—tense, gritty, and loaded with moments that could turn a series. And tonight, the New York Yankees—the team built for these moments—delivered exactly the kind of performance you expect from a club with championship aspirations.
The Yankees go into Kansas City, a hostile crowd of over fifty-two thousand on hand, and they take down the Royals, 5–3. They now lead the Division Series two games to one—one win away from punching their ticket to the American League Championship Series.
And let me tell you something—Sal Cantu was the story. The left-hander wasn’t dominant in a flashy way, but he was everything you want out of a postseason starter. Seven innings, three runs, seven strikeouts, and most importantly, no walks. He worked efficiently, he attacked hitters, and when the Royals tried to mount rallies—Cantu slammed the door shut. That’s veteran composure right there.
Now, the offense? Timely. Professional. Yankee-like.
Top of the first—A. Rivera sets the tone early. A two-run blast to left field that silenced the Kansas City crowd before they even got settled in. Then in the third, Stephen Johnson added some thunder of his own—a two-run homer to right-center that made it 4–2 Yankees. Johnson didn’t have a big night statistically, but that one swing changed the entire rhythm of the game.
From there, it was about holding serve. Kansas City chipped away—W. Obregón hit a solo shot in the fifth—but New York never panicked. They added a huge insurance run in the ninth on a clutch RBI single by J. Rawlings, and that was all she wrote.
How about Andy Marley’s bullpen management? Spot on. Two clean innings from Sam Schoeppen—just what the doctor ordered. No drama, no tension, just power pitching and confidence.
Look, the Royals didn’t play poorly. They got another multi-hit game from Oscar Vargas, and E. Clancy continued his impressive postseason with a two-run homer in the first. But you could feel it—the Yankees were just sharper. They played cleaner baseball, they executed the little things, and they never gave Kansas City the extra inch.
This is what great teams do in October. They go on the road, take the crowd out of it, and play their game.
So now, the Yankees are one win away. One. Tomorrow, they’ll send their ace to the mound with a chance to close out the series and head to the ALCS.
And if you’re the Royals—you’ve got to be perfect. No more mistakes, no more hanging breaking balls, no more missed chances with runners in scoring position. Because the Yankees smell blood, and when this team gets rolling… they’re awfully hard to stop.
Final score once again: Yankees 5, Royals 3.
New York leads the series two games to one.
For the Yankees—poise, power, precision. For the Royals—desperation time.
This is postseason baseball. This… is October.
— Michael Kay, YES Network 🎙️

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Cleveland Indians: 6th ALCS berth
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HARRY DOYLE RECAP – ALDS GAME 3
CLEVELAND INDIANS AT TEXAS RANGERS – OCTOBER 15, 1924 – GLOBE LIFE FIELD
Well, folks, if you tuned in looking for a good old-fashioned pitcher’s duel… you must’ve clicked the wrong channel. This one had more hits than a jukebox at closing time. The Cleveland Indians outlasted the Texas Rangers, 11–9, to finish off a clean sweep and punch their ticket to the American League Championship Series.
And the story tonight? Z. Eneki. The man hit for the cycle. That’s right, a single, double, triple, and a home run—baseball’s rarest party trick. You don’t see that often, folks. Eneki was a one-man wrecking crew, going 4-for-4 with four RBIs, a walk, and probably a free steak dinner waiting for him somewhere in the clubhouse.
Israel Fernandez wasn’t about to let him hog the spotlight, though. He blasted two home runs of his own, picked up four hits, and drove in three. Between the two of them, they made Globe Life Field look like a Little League park. Fernandez hit .778 in the series, and I’m starting to wonder if he’s secretly using an aluminum bat.
Cleveland scored in seven different innings—seven!—and every time you thought the Rangers had a chance, the Indians just said, “Nope, here’s another couple of runs.”
The Rangers actually led early, 5–3, before their pitching staff collectively decided to reenact a dumpster fire. Starter J. Tucker got rocked for six runs, and the bullpen spent the rest of the night auditioning for the role of “gasoline on the flames.” By the end, their ERA looked like the price of a used car.
But give Texas some credit—they didn’t quit. Down 11–5, they made a little noise in the eighth with four runs, got the fans buzzing again, and forced Cleveland to bring in their closer. Unfortunately, the comeback fell short—like a fly ball in the wind.
Final score: Indians 11, Rangers 9. Cleveland wins the series, 3–0, and the Rangers are officially invited to start their offseason golf tournament.
Eneki gets the game ball for his cycle, Fernandez grabs the series MVP, and the Indians look every bit like a team on a mission. They’ll face the winner of the Yankees-Royals series next—assuming those two ever figure out who wants it more.
From Globe Life Field, I’m Harry Doyle saying—
Cleveland wins it, Texas loses it, and somewhere out there, a pitching coach is reconsidering his career choices.
Final: Indians 11, Rangers 9.
Cleveland sweeps the series, 3–0. 🎙️

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What’s the deal with hitting for the cycle and not even getting player of the game? You do everything a hitter can possibly do — a single, a double, a triple, and a home run — it’s like collecting the whole set! You’re basically the Pokémon master of baseball!
And yet… somehow, Zakaio Eneki — the guy who literally did every kind of hit known to man — doesn’t get player of the game. Why? Because Israel Fernandez went 4-for-4 with two home runs, a walk, and three RBIs! Oh, excuse me for only hitting one home run while casually completing one of the rarest feats in baseball history!
So Eneki’s out there at Globe Life Field, putting on a clinic — he walks in the 2nd, doubles in the 4th, knocks in a run in the 5th, sends one into orbit in the 7th, and triples in the 9th! Who even triples anymore? That’s like finding a payphone that works!
And when they ask him about it after the game, he’s all humble —
“I never even thought about hitting for the cycle,” he says. “It’s the win that’s important.”
Yeah, sure. But deep down? You know he’s thinking, “The cycle doesn’t matter? It should at least matter enough to get me player of the game!”
The guy’s hitting .301 with 35 homers and 152 RBIs on the season — what more do you want from him? Blood?
So there you have it. Zakaio Eneki hits for the cycle, the Indians win 11-9, and the player of the game award goes to the guy who didn’t even need a triple. Baseball, folks — it’s the only sport where you can do everything right… and still come in second place.

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Milwaukee Brewers: 3rd NLCS berth
1904 1909 1924

MIKE FRANCESA (voice and tone):
Alright folks, let’s be honest here — it was bound to end sometime. You can’t win forever. The Mets came into these playoffs as three-time defending champions. Three straight titles! That’s almost unheard of in modern baseball. But you could see it this year. You could feel it. They just weren’t the same team.
They finish 90–72 — listen, that’s a nice record, okay? That’s a playoff team. But it’s not the Mets we’ve seen. Not the 108, 122-win, machine-like, destroy-everyone Mets we’ve been watching the last few years. They didn’t even win the division. They had to grind through the Reds in the Wild Card round — barely got out of that alive. And then, the Milwaukee Brewers — the top seed, the class of baseball this season — they smelled blood in the water.
And let me tell you, Milwaukee pounced. That’s what great teams do. They didn’t mess around. They swept the Mets out of the building. Game 3, they come into Citi Field, 6–3 win, 13 hits, they controlled the whole game. Josh Tidwell — this kid was unbelievable. Hits .462 for the series, two homers, six RBIs. He owned that lineup. He gets MVP of the series, and rightfully so.
And for Milwaukee — hey, credit where it’s due. This is their first trip to the NLCS in 15 years. Fifteen years! And now, they’ve got a real shot at their first World Series title. They’ve got the lineup, they’ve got the arms, and they’ve got the confidence after knocking off the champs.
As for the Mets — look, the dynasty’s not dead, but the reign is over. You win three in a row, you make history, but you can’t do it forever. Pitching got thin, lineup got streaky, the magic just ran out. That’s baseball.
So congratulations to the Brewers. They did what great teams do — they took advantage of a fading champion. Now they wait on Atlanta or Arizona, but make no mistake — right now, Milwaukee is the team to beat in Major League Baseball.
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And for the Mets? Enjoy the banners, boys. You’ve earned ’em. But the parade route is closed this October.

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Arizona Diamondbacks: 4th NLCS appearance
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The Arizona Diamondbacks — a team that refuses to be intimidated by the moment.
First, they stared down their longtime NL West rivals, the division-winning Los Angeles Dodgers — and sent them home in the Wild Card round. Then, as if that weren’t enough, they turned their attention to the National League’s number-two seed, the mighty Atlanta Braves — and swept them aside in convincing fashion.
It’s been 16 long years since the Diamondbacks last reached the National League Championship Series. In that time, the franchise has known both heartbreak and irrelevance. But this October, they have rediscovered something vital — an edge, a belief, a resilience that belies their modest 85-win regular season.
And make no mistake — this is no Cinderella story. This team belongs here. They’ve beaten the best by outplaying them in every phase — timely hitting, sharp defense, and pitching that rises to the occasion.
Tony Kelley, the shortstop with a flair for the big moment, led the charge — hitting .538 for the series, showing poise, power, and the kind of leadership that can turn a good team into a dangerous one. Behind him, right-hander Jimmy Grubbs once again delivered when it mattered most, working seven strong innings in the clinching game, and earning Player of the Game honors.
Now, the Diamondbacks turn toward the next challenge — a date with the top-seeded Milwaukee Brewers in the National League Championship Series. Two clubs, both riding waves of momentum, both chasing history.
For Arizona — their fourth trip to the NLCS, their first since 1908 — the dream continues.
They may have won just 85 games, but at this point in October, the record books don’t matter. The Diamondbacks are legit — and the rest of baseball knows it.

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It was a crisp October afternoon in Kansas City — the kind of day where postseason baseball seems to shimmer just a little brighter. The stakes were simple: win or go home. And on this day, the Royals, facing elimination, rose to the occasion.
Behind seven brilliant, scoreless innings from left-hander Rickey Doll, Kansas City kept their season alive, edging the mighty New York Yankees, 5–4, to force a decisive Game 5 in the Division Series.
Doll wasn’t overpowering — he didn’t need to be. He was composed, precise, and unflinching, navigating a Yankees lineup built on patience and power. Just three hits allowed, seven innings of calm in the storm.
For much of the day, the Bronx Bombers could do little but grind their teeth. Kansas City scratched out an early run, then added two more in the fifth, punctuated by a solo blast from Willy Obregón, whose postseason has been nothing short of remarkable. The Royals led 3–0, then 5-2, before New York’s bats — quiet all afternoon — finally stirred to life in the late innings.
A late rally, capped by clutch extra-base hits from S. Johnson and A. Rivera, made it close — too close for comfort — but it wasn’t enough. When M. Eldridge induced the final out, a roar erupted from the crowd of 53,838 at Kauffman Stadium.
And so, this improbable, back-and-forth series returns to Yankee Stadium — where one of these two storied franchises will see its season end, and the other will march on to the American League Championship Series.
For Kansas City, the story tonight is one of survival — of a pitcher who delivered when everything was on the line, and of a team that refused to let its season fade quietly into the autumn air.
Final score: Royals 5, Yankees 4. Game 5 awaits — in the Bronx, beneath the October lights.

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New York Yankees: 11th ALCS berth
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For a while there, it looked as though we might be headed for a new chapter in this postseason — the Kansas City Royals and the Cleveland Indians squaring off in the American League Championship Series. The Royals, bold and confident, jumped out to a 4–0 lead in the Bronx, silencing the Yankee Stadium faithful and sending a ripple of anxiety through one of baseball’s proudest franchises.
But champions — real champions — don’t fade quietly.
The Yankees, showing the poise and perseverance that have come to define this era of pinstriped dominance, clawed their way back. Three runs in the fifth. Three more in the eighth. A 6–4 victory that sealed the series, sent the crowd into a frenzy, and reminded everyone that October, in so many ways, still belongs to the Bronx.
For the 11th time — and the fifth straight year — the New York Yankees are headed to the American League Championship Series. It’s a run of sustained excellence that few franchises in any sport can match.
Andy Miller, steady and reliable throughout, earns series MVP honors, hitting .500 and delivering in the moments that mattered most. But in truth, this was a collective comeback — one built on grit, patience, and that unmistakable sense of Yankee inevitability.
And so, once again, the stage is set for another clash of titans. The Cleveland Indians. The New York Yankees. Two powerhouses, meeting for the right to go to the World Series.
Baseball’s familiar heavyweights, back on the biggest stage — and October drama, just where it belongs.

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1924 League Championship Series

So, in the American League it's business as usual. We've got the two powerhouses over the past several years in the Cleveland Indians and New York Yankees. But in the National League we've got some new blood. The Arizona Diamondbacks and Milwaukee Brewers, both who haven't been to the fall classic since the early 1900s.

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October 19, 1924 – Yankee Stadium, The Bronx
There are no ghosts in the Bronx right now — not the kind that used to show up when October baseball came to Yankee Stadium. What there is, though, is a very real, very modern, very merciless Cleveland Indians team that has once again walked into the House That Ruth Built and made it look like their own.
Cleveland didn’t just win Game 1 of the American League Championship Series. They reminded everyone — especially the Yankees — that this is their era, their time, their October. A 4–1 win, clean and commanding, to take a 1–0 lead in the best-of-seven series. And if it felt familiar, that’s because it is. Last year, the Indians handled the Yankees in five games to punch their ticket to the World Series. Now, they’ve picked up right where they left off.
Mike Niccolai was the story, as he so often is when Cleveland needs him to be. Seven innings, five hits, eleven strikeouts — and the kind of poise that says, “We’ve been here before.” He didn’t overpower the Yankees as much as he out-thought them, mixing speeds, living on the edges, and letting that fastball sing when he needed it most.
“Mike attacked hitters and trusted his stuff,” said Indians manager Kevin Neubauer afterward. You could almost hear the grin behind the words — the satisfaction of a man whose team knows exactly who it is.
And who they are is relentless. Jesus Satiago’s third-inning homer off Steve Janczak was a statement swing — the kind that silenced the 44,000 fans who came hoping to see the start of a Yankee revenge tour. Zane Eneki, who’s been seeing the ball like it’s the size of a grapefruit all postseason, drove in another run in the eighth with a ringing double to right. Wally Cobos added two more doubles for good measure.
Meanwhile, the Yankees — a proud team that’s made a habit of rewriting October — looked tentative. They struck out 13 times and managed just a single run, a lonely tally in the fourth when a misplayed grounder gave them a brief glimpse of life. That was it.
By the ninth, the Indians were in full control, every out a reminder of how much this rivalry has changed. The Yankees used to be the bullies of October. Now, Cleveland looks like the team that knows how to win these games — and how to win them on this stage.
So here we are again. The Indians up 1–0, the Yankees searching for answers, and the Bronx suddenly quiet. Maybe tomorrow it changes. Maybe. But for now, the message is loud and clear:
Cleveland owns October, and the Yankees are still trying to find the keys to get back inside.

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October 20, 1924 – American Family Field, Milwaukee
You could feel it from the first pitch — that cold Milwaukee air, that October weight. This wasn’t a night for fireworks or flash. This was a night for pitching. And Rich Alvarado, all 5-foot-10 of him, was the biggest man in the ballpark.
He didn’t just beat the Arizona Diamondbacks in Game 1 of the League Championship Series. He muzzled them. Seven innings. Four hits. No runs. A fastball that moved just enough, a curve that fell off a table, and the calm of a guy who looks at October pressure and shrugs.
The Brewers won, 4–0, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think they’d done this a hundred times before.
Arizona came in hot — loud, confident, the kind of team that likes to make you feel uncomfortable in your own park. But Milwaukee doesn’t play that game. They play theirs. Patient, disciplined, cold-blooded baseball.
It started with C. Malagón, who didn’t wait long to make his mark. First inning. First pitch he saw. He sent it deep into the cool Wisconsin air, and by the time it landed in the left-field seats, the Brewers had already taken the only lead they’d need.
From there, the script was pure Milwaukee: timely hitting, clean defense, and a pitching staff that makes you think twice about taking the bat off your shoulder. Á. García added a solo shot in the sixth — a no-doubt laser to right that made it 3–0 — and J. Tidwell, who seems to have a flair for the dramatic, crushed one of his own in the eighth to put the exclamation point on the night.
The Diamondbacks? They looked lost. A good team — no question — but against Alvarado, they were guessing all night. Every swing late, every look back toward the dugout a little longer than the one before.
By the time J. Watende went to the bullpen, it was just about over. Joe Clay finished what Alvarado started, two perfect innings to lock it down, the sound of the crowd swelling with every strike.
Afterward, Watende said it simply: “If you pitch well, you give yourself some opportunities.” That’s Milwaukee baseball — simple, sharp, and suffocating.
The Brewers don’t boast. They don’t bark. They just play the game the right way and make you look foolish if you don’t.
Game 2 is tomorrow. The Diamondbacks will talk about adjustments, about finding their rhythm. But tonight? Tonight was all about Rich Alvarado and the quiet, methodical way the Brewers announced that this is their series to lose.
Sometimes October doesn’t roar. Sometimes it just hums — low, confident, and inevitable. That’s the sound you heard in Milwaukee tonight.

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Mike Francesa-style recap:
Alright folks, let’s talk about what we just saw at Yankee Stadium. I mean, what was that? You’re the Yankees — at home, in October — and you blow a 6–2 lead after fighting all the way back in the eighth? You tie it up, the crowd’s going crazy, you’ve got all the momentum in the world… and then you immediately give it back in the ninth on a sacrifice fly. You can’t make it up. You just can’t.
And listen — give Cleveland credit. They’re a tough, battle-tested team. They own the Yankees right now. They beat ’em in last year’s ALCS, they’re up 2-0 in this one, and it’s the same story every time: the Yankees make a little noise, and Cleveland comes right back and silences ‘em. It’s like the big brother holding the little brother by the forehead — swinging and missing at air.
Israel Fernandez — what a monster night. Three hits, two home runs, four RBIs. The guy completely took over the game. You can’t pitch to him right now. Every at-bat, he’s in control. He’s locked in. And the Yankees? They had no answer.
Saldana drives in the winning run in the ninth on a sac fly, and that’s it. Ballgame. Yankees go down again, and now they’re heading to Cleveland — down 0-2 — where the Indians are this close to slamming the door on ‘em again.
And let me tell you something, this is not about bad luck. This is about getting outplayed, period. The Yankees made three errors — three! — in a playoff game. That’s not championship baseball. That’s not even September baseball.
You can talk about the offense — sure, they woke up in the eighth. Miller hits a big homer, Rivera drives a couple in, Nicholson’s drawing walks like it’s his job — but you can’t win when your pitching collapses at every key moment. Schoeppen comes in and just gives it right back. You can’t do that against a team like Cleveland.
So now, here we are — Yankees in a 2-0 hole, going on the road, against a team that’s beaten them seven of the last nine postseason games. I’ll tell you right now — unless something dramatic changes in that dugout, this series is over. Cleveland’s got the swagger, they’ve got the bats, and most importantly, they’ve got the Yankees’ number.
You can’t fake confidence in October, folks. Cleveland’s got it. The Yankees don’t.
This series isn’t slipping away — it’s already gone.