The baseball game last night was not supposed to happen, this being 2020 and all. I fully expected the opposite outcome, where might makes right, where he who spends the most money wins, where the team with all the superstars triumphs then rubs it in the faces of the losers. But there I was in the bottom of the 8th inning watching some guy named Mike Brosseau stroll to the plate against the Yankees designated wife beater, Aroldis Chapman. Brosseau, the utility infielder who earns the major league minimum salary, was the same guy who the $15 million dollar a year Chapmen had tried to hit in the head with a 100 mph fastball back in early September, for which he was suspended two games. These two men couldn’t possibly have represented their two clubs any better in such a dramatic and pivotal moment, Brosseau, the unheralded nobody, in the box against the all-star flame throwing stopper for a team whose payroll of $254,000,000 makes the paltry $72 million the Rays dole out look like government assistance. Then it happened. The nobody, the anti-prospect, the guy who had ridden the bench all game turned on one of Chapmen’s 100 mph fastballs and deposited it into the left field seats, sending defenders of truth, justice and the American way all over the fruited plain into hysterical jubilation!! Take that, 2020.
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