o frabjous clutchitude
Down 2-1 in the eighth inning, he saw the second pitch from Meredith, and if it wasn’t fat as an opera singer. When Pujols connected, every Cardinals player leapt from his spot on the bench, all of the fans from their seats around the stadium, John Nelson and Aaron Miles from their bases and Meredith from the pitchers’ mound. Pujols, the yin to everyone’s yang, stood there stoic, an artist admiring his work, watching the ball travel 425 feet into the third deck, seeing the Cardinals’ skid go right with it, lifting St. Louis one more time, like he’s got a clause in his contract that requires at least a dozen EKG moments a year. [jeff passan]
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jeez, did Pujols cure cancer after he rounded second?
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Mr. Faded Glory, at 4:32 PM
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only derek jeter cures cancer, duh. and he does that before he even gets to second.
By lupe!, at 7:22 PM
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i was thinking "that catcher is gonna have some serious objections to Pujols standing motionless on the plate for 25 minutes after hitting the ball"
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i was also thinking "THIS IS GREAT AND ALL BUT PUJOLS AND CARPENTER CAN'T HIT 1-9 IN THE ORDER/PITCH A CG EVERY DAY PEOPLE WTF" June, at 10:14 PM
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i was thinking "that catcher is gonna have some serious objections to Pujols standing motionless on the plate for 25 minutes after hitting the ball"
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HA and i thought robbie's admiring pause from the other night was cringe-inducing
, at 1:24 PM
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it's one thing to hit a homer off of mancrush, but i'm not sure i can forgive el baldo for then showing up mancrush >:-[
By Mr. Faded Glory, at 9:10 PM
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