Crash Into Me

Miracle

One down, two to go.

It was looking pretty grim for me last night. The Colts were down 17-0 in the first quarter after giving up 6 points a game before then, and the Cards were on the verge of going down in flames. Enter Peyton Manning and Albert Pujols. The Colts outscored the Rams 45-3 over the next three quarters (until a late garbage touchdown), and Pujols came through once again. I will admit, after Berkman's home run, I thought the series was over. No way, I told Lacey, can St. Louis win this game. She even said, "wouldn't it be cool if this guy got on, then the next guy, then the guy after that hit a home run and they won the game?" I shook my head and smiled at her naivete and told myself that she doesn't even know who is coming up, but I loved her for being so optimistic (yet foolish to believe that might happen). Then it happened. I was the foolish one after all. Eckstein's base hit to right. Walk to Edmonds. And a hanging slider that Pujols planted somewhere in Texarkana (were it not for the roof). Amazing. Sit your ass down, Houston, you're going to have to wait until at least Wednesday (you can't see me but I'm smiling ear to ear). I doubt we can beat Oswalt and Clemens back to back, but for one night at least, my wife's optimism taught me a valuable lesson: never underestimate your wife's brilliance on every subject:) Go Cards!