Bottom of the fifth, two out. You've been pitching your usual well, but you're down one. Tying run on third didn't get driven in when it was one out. Now you're up to bat. You're leading the division, but your magic number is irritatingly still in existence, and you're playing your contender.
Triple, all the way to the wall, right-center gap.
DAMN YOU, KERSHAW.
[Later] Also, that Yasiel Puig can muthafuckin' throw, can't he?