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“Well folks, the defending champion Indians are now one measly win away from heading back to the World Series. And if you weren’t watching from the start — and judging by the attendance some of you weren’t — all right, maybe you were home watching on tv - you missed the Tribe jump on the Yankees early and often here at Jacobs Field.
Bottom of the first… BOOM. Alfonso parks a two-run homer into the cheap seats. Indians up 2–0 faster than you can say ‘buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack.’ Yankees wander back to the dugout wondering what just hit them.
New York scraped together a pair in the second, just enough to look competitive before Cleveland remembered they’re, well… better. Galvan on the mound for the Tribe today — not exactly Cy Young out there, but he scattered seven hits and did just enough to keep the pinstripes from getting any ideas.
Fourth inning: Phipps from Provo, Utah — yeah, Provo — ropes a double to lead off the inning. Guy looks like he should be teaching Sunday school, not ripping extra-base hits in an LCS game.
And then came the big blow. Sixth inning. Two on, one out, and here comes Zakaio Eneki, the man from Aua, American Samoa. He digs in, Abdul-Ra’uf throws one right down Broadway, and Eneki sends it straight into orbit. Three-run dinger. The stadium shook, the Yankees fans groaned, and I swear I heard a car alarm go off somewhere on Ontario Street.
That made it 7–2, and honestly, folks, that was all she wrote. Indians fans are celebrating, Yankees fans are filing complaints with the umpire’s union, and tomorrow this place could be hosting the pennant-clinching party.
Final line: Indians 8, Yankees 2. Cleveland one win away from the Fall Classic. Eneki the star of the game — homer, three RBIs, and he even pretended to be humble afterward, saying it was all ‘focus and intensity.’ Sure. Whatever works.
Same time tomorrow. Maybe the Yankees show up, maybe they don’t. Either way, we’ll be here. Probably with something stronger than Pepsi.”
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