The great goalie Jacques Plante once said: “How would you like a job where when you made a mistake, a big red light goes on and 18,000 people boo?”  None of us, I suspect, would like to be known for their worst professional blunder. There have been many Bill Buckner retrospectives this week, and I don’t need to do another one.  I would, however, commend to your attention (actually to Chip’s attention) Vin Scully’s call of that moment.  Scully describes the play, describes Ray Knight crossing the plate to send the World Series to game 7, and then says nothing for 1 minute and 47 seconds, including silence through two replays of the error.   That’s what televised announcing ought to be.

And it’s a good thing a team isn’t known for its worst professional blunder, because that was tonight.  Kevin Gausman is a two-pitch pitcher – neither appeared tonight, and the Braves were down 8-0 with nobody out in the 2nd before Tourniquet Toussaint came in to stanch the bleeding.  Touki gave up one more and gave way to Winkler, who just gave way: 5 more runs in 2/3 of an inning.  If your math skills are a little weak, that’s slightly better than Gausman; so Winkler can argue he didn’t have the worst night, but really, does anyone care?

Meanwhile, our old friend Anibal Sanchez showed how much he missed Atlanta: 6 innings and one hit.  He was replaced in the 7th by somebody (I have to admit I wasn’t paying too much attention at this point) who gave up Riley’s first grand slam of his young career. 

So the Nats came to town for 2 and there was exactly no delenda-ing going on.  Another day off tomorrow, at which point my favorite AL team comes to town.  For some reason, I adopted the Tigers in 1968 as my AL team (I think it was that I really liked Dick McAuliffe’s batting stance.)  No team has really captured my fancy since then, so I’ve stuck with them in a highly desultory way.  Let’s beat them.