This sucks. I just lost the World Series.
That was the thought swimming in my mind as I watched Josh Hamilton's hit clear the fence in right field.
It was the top of the 10th inning in Game 6 of the World Series, and in one pitch it looked like I had ruined the whole season. 162 regular season games. 17 postseason games. 7 months of baseball. And now after Hamilton’s swing gave Texas a 9-7 lead, it seemed like we had put in all that work just to finish in second place.
Sometimes it can take a pitcher weeks or years to recover from a moment like that, but I had about five seconds to regather myself.
Let's go ahead and get these next two batters out, or it's going to be a lot uglier.
At that point we still had a game to play, and if I didn't bounce back from that moment, I was really going to make it tough for my teammates to tie the game in the bottom of the inning. I had thrown the previous pitch right in Hamilton's wheelhouse – low and inside – but you have to move on.
In many ways, it's like our relationship with God...no matter what you've done before, you've always got to try and turn things around.
I did get the next two guys out, but I should have known better than to think I had just lost the World Series. If I had learned anything over the last few years, it was that you never give up.