The Perfect Game Page #8

and in today's final showdown, you

know they'll be ready to go to war.

They're eager to end

Monterrey's improbable journey.

Now, please remain standing

for the Mexican National Anthem.

Play ball!

Louis Riley, La Mesa's

pitcher, steps into the batter's box,

at five nine and half, he'll be the

tallest pitcher Monterrey has ever seen.

Angel Macias studies the

sign, winds up and delivers

the first pitch

of the 1957 Championship.

Riley takes ball one.

Angel back to pitch again,

here's Angel's second delivery.

Riley swings,

he hits one sharply

towards right field,

it's caught!

That ball would have surely

gone to the wall for extra bases,

what a start

to today's game.

This is not right

boss! It's the final game!

It's for

the championship!

Macias! Where

are you going?

I'm going

to a ball game!

You get back to your

station now! Or you're fired!

Our sons, are

playing baseball!

Yeah.

Toby fouls that one

back leaving the count at 1-2.

Angel, back to pitch again,

here is his delivery.

Toby swings and misses,

that is strike three.

Curveball completely fooled

him and La Mesa batters go down

in order here

in the first inning.

Did you save

me a seat?

What are you

doing here?

I wouldn't miss

this for the world.

You're going

to lose your job.

Not today.

Come on.

Strike three!

Quite the pitchers

duel here this afternoon.

As Louis Riley

and Angel Macias,

neither one of those pitchers

giving the batters much to hit.

A scoreless

game so far, but amazing,

Angel Macias and his band

of pint sized giant killers

haven't allowed a single La

Mesa batter to reach first base.

By hook or crook,

by hit, walk or error.

Bottom of the fifth

here at original Little League field.

The game is still

deadlocked as Ricardo Trevino

will lead things off

for Monterrey.

Go get 'em.

Ricardo steps

into the batter's box,

Riley readies to pitch,

as Ricardo squares to bunt,

he's hit by the pitch!

Ricardo falls to the ground after

taking a fastball right in the back.

Ricardo!

He's up, he seems to be okay.

Rico, walks slowly to first,

so far, Monterrey is the only

team to get runners on base.

But they haven't been able to

capitalize on those chances yet.

That will bring up

Baltazar Charles.

You need to bunt the ball perfectly

so Ricardo can get to second base.

Baltazar is one of

Monterrey's best power hitters.

Riley pitches and Baltazar

lays down a perfect bunt.

Riley fires to second

but not in time

to catch

a hard sliding Ricardo.

Okay here's the plan,

hit the ball, hit it hard.

One of you is

going to win this.

Angel Macias steps in

with a runner in scoring position.

Angel hits a deep fly ball.

Back, back, back, oh!

Oh, he makes

a fantastic catch,

over his shoulder, and the

runners will have to hold.

Pepe Maiz is next

for Monterrey.

Takes a called strike one.

Riley delivers high

for a ball.

Pepe swings he sends one

sharply into left center

for a base hit,

Ricardo is rounding third.

Go! Go! Go!

The throw comes in from left,

it's a perfect throw.

You're out!

He's nailed at the plate.

What a throw!

That play could have just

saved the game for La Mesa!

What a missed

opportunity for Monterrey.

Mario chops one to third,

keeps Baltazar from scoring

Monterrey has loaded

the bases.

Lou Riley is still one batter from

pitching himself out of this jam.

Enrique Suarez is in a slump.

Hitless in his last

five at bats.

Strike one!

Strike two!

A mighty cut but just

misses it for strike two.

La Mesa's outfield

isn't taking any chances.

Riley will be coming

in with the heat.

When you can see

the wings of the hummingbird,

you can hit any pitch.

Enrique Suarez has

just taken a Lou Riley fastball

into downtown Williamsport.

A monster grand slam.

Go! Go! Go!

One by one, his

teammates cross home plate.

Go! Go! Go!

We are truly

witnessing baseball's version

of David and Goliath

here this afternoon.

That's my son!

Monterrey Industrial has

beaten incredible odds just to get here,

so many times

they've faced elimination,

now with one swing, Enrique

Suarez has brought them

to the brink of the greatest

upset in Little League history.

Fidel pops out

to finally retire the side.

The fate of the game now rests on

the pitching arm of Angel Macias.

Come on boys, last inning, let's

make it happen. Keep focused.

An amazing turn

of events in the fifth inning,

it's Monterrey who takes

the field ahead, 4-0.

Angel! You're

pitching a perfect...

Shh.

The other team hasn't

gotten anyone to first base,

that's a perfect...

Shh.

Listen, nobody says a single

word to him about this, nobody.

Everybody got that?

Alright, come on,

let's make it happen.

Monterrey's defense

can win this if they can hold on,

but an even more amazing story

is unfolding here at Williamsport.

Sixty feet to first base, that's all

that separates Angel Macias from history.

You realize Angel

is pitching a perf...

If any La Mesa player

can make it to first base safely,

they'll ruin it for Angel Macias's

bid for baseball immortality.

Who will be the spoiler?

The first hitter swings

at Angel's first pitch,

it's a towering pop up.

Enrique Suarez makes the catch

and fires the ball

back into the infield.

Fred Shweir will be

pinch hitting for Bobby Brown,

Okay.

Shweir, hits a weak infield grounder.

No one is covering first base!

There goes the perfect game!

Wait! Norberto came out

of nowhere to make the tag!

Alright! Yeah!

Norberto! Alright!

Runner is out!

I have never seen

a Little League catcher

trail a runner down to first! Now

that is great coaching right there!

That is

great coaching!

Unbelievable

Berto! You saved the day!

I just didn't want to run

any more laps, Mr. Faz.

One more round.

I don't remember

saying you could go.

Papa, I'm going.

Ball one.

Ball two.

Ball three.

Time!

What pressure

this young boy must be feeling.

The weight of a World

Series Championship,

and the chance

for perfection.

Are you gonna

take me out?

We didn't come this far to

quit on each other, did we?

What does it matter?

You're leaving us anyway?

Everybody's

counting on you.

No, no,

not everyone.

Oh yeah,

name one person.

My papa,

he's ashamed of me.

No.

Hey,

I forgot to give

this to you.

Where did you get this?

Your father sent it,

and he's very

proud of you.

Let's play ball!

Coach, I don't mean

to interrupt your little chat,

but there's 16, 000

and one of us,

who think there is a

baseball game going on here.

Play ball!

You can do

this, Koufax.

I'm not Sandy Koufax,

I'm Angel Macias.

It's 3-0, and

there's no room for error.

Macias winds up,

he splits the plate

for strike one.

Angel's teammates get set,

they know what's at stake.

Strike two!

Angel! Angel!

Come on!

Angel! Angel!

Strike three!

That's it! We won!

We did it! We did it!

Who took my cigars?!

You still

looking for that angle?

Always.

Well here it is, you don't

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