Going back to 1996, Andy has proven himself to be as big a gamer as you will find, but he doesn’t have it tonight, and neither do we. The Diamondbacks score one in the first, three in the second, eight in the third, and three in the fourth. Randy Johnson is on the mound. It’s pretty clear we are not going to tie or win this game with another ninth-inning home run. The final score is 15–2, and the Diamondbacks have twenty-two hits, two more than we had in the first four games of the Series. Ten of the hits come against our long reliever, Jay Witasick, in one and a third innings. I feel for Jay. It’s his only appearance in the Series, and his job is to take the beating and try to save the other arms in the bullpen. The whole night is about as ugly as it can be, but it only counts for one loss, so here’s how I look at it: Now it’s a best-of-one World Series. The matchup for Game 7 is right out of a movie script… two of the best pitchers in the game… two jumbo right-handers… Curt Schilling and Roger Clemens.
