Classic World Series Game Six

Commentators are going gaga over the "classic" nature of game six, with the Cards pair of comebacks from two down, and stirring 11th inning victory.  I disagree.   I've left this comment on two different blogs this evening, so rather than leave it stranded like any one of 41 game six bases-runners,  I might as well bring it on home.


When they went to extra innings, I went to bed. It was after midnight in my time zone, and this was pretty much a who-gives-a-shit series for me, anyway. (Except that when Shrub threw out the first ball in Texas, I suddenly became an ad hoc Cardinals fan.)  So - I'll take it on faith that the excitement of the final 2 innings + the bottom of the ninth had a hint of classic flavor.


OTOH, those original nine innings had nothing of the classic about them. What I saw was an embarrassing display of inept base running and inept fielding that garnished a perplexing melange of inept pitching and inept hitting, with a side of inconsistent umpiring.


In all seriousness, this was a lousy game, poorly executed in almost every way imaginable.


If my 9-year-old grandson's travel team played in a game with 5 errors and an astounding 41 Left on Base, I'd think it might be time for him to take up the trombone.


For this kind of display to take place in a world series is - in some deeply trivial way - a tragedy.