Major League Page #8

Saslow hits a long drive.

This one's gonna get

over Cerrano's head and off the wall.

Cerrano up with it.

Fires it back in, Marx digging for third.

Saslow into second

with a standing double,

and the Yankees have runners

at second and third,

as Harris is now beginning to show

signs of fatigue.

Sh*t!

Get Vaughn up.

Activity continues in the bullpen.

Harris is in real trouble now.

He got the first two hitters,

then gave up a single and a double,

and has now gone 3 and 0 to Cheevers.

Harris sets, checks the runners.

Comes to the plate. High, ball four,

and the bases are loaded,

and that's gonna bring up

Clue Haywood, the biggest

Indian-killer of them all.

Taylor and Brown

on their way to the mound,

and this could be all for Harris.

He has pitched a beauty.

How's it holding, Eddie?

You look a little tired.

I'm throwing every piece of junk

I can think of at 'em, skipper.

I got enough left for one more hitter.

Nah.

You pitched a hell of a game there.

Take a seat, and we'll see

if we can get this guy out for you.

- All right.

- Good game, Eddie.

Give me Vaughn.

You want Vaughn?

I know he hasn't done

very well against this guy,

but I got a hunch he's due.

Good job. Good job.

Wild thing

You make my heart sing

I hate this f***in' song.

Come on, wild thing

Wild thing, I think I love you

But I wanna know for sure

Okay, Ricky.

Haywood likes the hard stuff

out over the plate,

so bust him in,

and don't get up with anything.

- You listening to me, Rick?

- Yeah.

Okay, you're my man. Go get him, kid.

This guy's the out

you've been waiting your whole life for.

Wild thing

Come on, wild thing

Come on, come on, come on, wild thing

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

Wild thing

Come on, come on, wild thing

So, a surprise move by Brown here,

bringing in the Wild Thing,

who's been shelled

in two outings against the Yankees.

Oh, sh*t.

Let's cut through the crap, Vaughn.

I only got one thing to say to you.

Strike this motherf***er out!

Okay, the conference

on the mound is over,

and we are ready to go.

Now batting, number six,

first baseman, Clue Haywood.

Haywood steps in,

the American League's

Triple Crown winner.

.341 average, 48 homers, 121 RBIs.

He's homered the only two times

he's faced Vaughn.

All right, Ricky. Let's get nasty.

Haywood's set at the plate.

Vaughn, from the wind-up...

Swing and a miss.

That sucker was moving, wasn't it?

If it hit you, it'd leave

a two-foot hole coming out.

Okay, what shall we call now?

Let's see what the kid feels

about the old number one.

Wild Thing delivers. Strike two!

F***!

Forget about the curve ball, Ricky.

Give him the heater.

Now, sh*t.

All these pitches to choose from.

Maybe we ought to try

something different this time.

- Got him swinging!

- Strike three!

All right, Ricky! Yeah!

Oh, Lordy! Three straight heaters,

and the Yankees are blown down.

No runs, two hits, three left on.

And are you ready, Cleveland?

We go to the Indian ninth

still tied at two.

Can you believe this, Monte?

One down in the ninth.

Jackson delivers, Tomlinson swings

and drives one deep to right field!

Back goes Worberg

and makes the catch against the wall.

Tomlinson gave it a ride,

but came up short.

That's gonna bring a visit to the mound.

And Horton wasting no time.

He's going to the Duke.

The Duke leads the league

in saves, strikeouts per inning

and hit batsmen.

This guy threw at his own kid

in a father-son game.

Now batting, number double zero,

center fielder Willie Mays Hayes.

Two down now, as Hayes steps in,

hitting .291.

Trying to get something going

for the tribe.

The Duke, who's been overpowering

down the stretch,

has not been scored upon

in his last 16 appearances.

The Duke ready now and delivers.

Here's a high chopper towards short.

Danello charges. Can he get him? No!

- Safe!

- Hayes beat it!

All right!

- Going somewhere, meat?

- About 90 feet.

Number seven, catcher Jake Taylor.

Taylor to the plate.

He's 0 for 12 against the Duke, lifetime.

The Duke has his sign and is ready.

Hayes with a good lead.

- Go! Go! Go! Go!

- Go! Go! Go! Go!

A quick move by the Duke,

and Hayes just beat it back.

Safe!

Hayes leads away again.

Tie game, 2-2, two outs in the ninth,

and the winning run at first.

Hayes out to a big lead now.

Hayes goes!

Come on!

Come on, Willie.

Here's the throw.

- Safe!

- Yeah!

Yeah!

All right, Willie! Way to go!

- Whoo! All right!

- You, man! You, man!

It's up to Taylor now,

as the Indians have the winning run

in scoring position.

That's a hell of an idea.

What's this?

Taylor is pointing to the bleachers.

He's calling his shot.

Nobody's done this since Babe Ruth

in the '32 World Series.

Hayes leads from second,

as Duke takes his stretch.

The pitch.

Look out! Down goes Taylor!

Come on, hairball!

Cut down on that sh*t, man!

Bring that sh*t to me, man.

Taylor back up,

refusing to dust himself off

after Duke gave him a little chin music.

Taylor's pointing again!

Unbelievable. They're on their feet here,

stomping, clapping.

Come on.

Join in wherever you are out there.

Let's hear you, Cleveland!

- Go, go, go!

- Go, go, go!

Taylor waits at the plate.

The Duke at the belt.

Hayes away from second.

Here comes the 1-1 pitch.

Taylor bunts.

Sh*t.

Safe!

Hayes around third!

He's gonna try to score!

Here comes the throw.

He slides! He is...

Safe! Safe!

And the Indians win it!

The Indians win it!

Oh, my God! The Indians win it!

I can't believe it!

We did it! We did it!

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