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COLIN COWHERD
Big-picture, momentum, psychology guy voice
“Okay, so let’s stop pretending this series has anything to do with pitching matchups or platoon splits anymore. This is about environment. Six games, six home wins. That’s not coincidence — that’s gravity.
Cleveland didn’t just win Game 6, they overwhelmed San Francisco. Twenty-one hits. Barrios, Walters, Amero — this lineup isn’t trying to be cute anymore. They’re hunting early, they’re hunting fastballs, and they’re daring you to stop them.
But here’s the uncomfortable truth for Indians fans: history doesn’t care how you got to Game 7. It only cares what you do in it. Cleveland’s chasing a fourth title. San Francisco’s chasing legitimacy — a second banner that turns them from ‘good franchise’ into ‘real one.’
Tomorrow night? Pressure doesn’t sit evenly. It’s heavier on the team that’s been here more.”

MIKE FRANCESA
Measured, authoritative, slightly weary
“Alright, let’s slow this down a little bit.
Cleveland did exactly what they had to do — no more, no less. You’re at home, your season’s on the line, and you come out and punch the Giants right in the mouth in the first two innings. That’s how you force a Game 7.
Barrios was the best player on the field, end of discussion. Walters gave you length in the lineup, Amero was everywhere — but don’t lose sight of Soto. Seven innings, absorbed damage, didn’t panic. That matters in October.
Now — and this is important — none of this carries over. Game 7 is not Game 6 with better ratings. It’s its own sport. Whoever handles the moment better tomorrow night wins the World Series. Period.
And right now? The only pattern that matters is this: the home team hasn’t lost. Until they do.”

CHRIS “MAD DOG” RUSSO
Rapid-fire, emotional, Giants-leaning panic
“I’m tellin’ ya right now — I hated this game the minute it started! HATED it! Pritchett gives up ten hits before I even finish my coffee, the crowd’s goin’ bananas, and suddenly it’s 8-1 and I’m already thinkin’ about tomorrow!
But here’s the thing — the Giants still scored SIX runs! Wagner, Adams, Perdomo — they didn’t roll over! This wasn’t some lifeless performance, Mikey, it just snowballed!
And now you’ve got the biggest Game 7 these two franchises have ever played against each other. Cleveland’s thinkin’ about banners, San Francisco’s thinkin’ about belonging.
I’m nervous. I admit it. But I’ll tell ya this — if the Giants win tomorrow night in Cleveland? That’s a franchise-defining win forever.”

HARRY DOYLE
Pure baseball poetry, voice of the Indians
“Well folks… we’re goin’ to Game Seven.
The Indians came out swinging like a team that knew there was no tomorrow — and decided to create one anyway. From the first inning on, Jacobs Field felt like it was leaning forward, urging every ball just a little bit farther.
Antonio Barrios had one of those nights you tell your grandkids about. Kevin Walters sent a roar through the park that never really stopped. And when the final out settled into leather, nobody left their seats — because nobody wanted this night to end.
Tomorrow… someone writes history.
The Indians chase a fourth crown.
The Giants chase their second — and maybe something bigger.
One game.
One park.
One banner.
We’ll see you then.”