Haas breaks his bat, Kirkring, got to find it, throws to the plate.

Oh my goodness, it throws it away, and the Dodgers have won.

The Dodgers win.

Yeah, I watched the football last night, but man, was that a playoff baseball game last night?

The Dodgers on just an absolutely horrific play for the pitcher, the relief pitcher,

O'Ryan Kirkering, in for the Philadelphia Phillies, two out, bases loaded,

and a ground ball back to him.

He sort of botched it, but still had plenty of time.

Plenty of time. If he had shown some calm to pick it up and throw to first, as his catcher was

indicating, throw it to first. Instead, he went home where he had no shot to get the runner,

even in a force situation,

and the throw was to say the least errant, and the Phillies season comes to an end.

The Dodgers move on.

That's one of those moments in sports where I don't care.

Actually, I do care, and I certainly recognize that if you are not

a Phillies fan because you think there's this rivalry between the Nats and Phillies, I don't

really see it that way, and I guarantee you, Phillies fans don't see it that way, but, and you

are rooting for anything to happen badly to the Phillies, or you don't like Harper, or you don't

like Turner ending up there, or you don't even like Schwerber ending up there. But that is one of

those moments where if there's an empathetic bone in your body, a sympathetic bone in your body,

a Ryan Kirkering, the pitcher, who completely panicked, completely panicked and cost his

team a chance to extend its season, or at least extend the series by another game. Heartbreaking

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