Winning is the important thing
I know I’m a big guy. I’m sure I look a little taller now. I’ve got this long face. I can’t hide all my disappointment. I’m delighted we won. I’m so glad for Tom Glavine and Carlos Beltran and for Endy Chavez. What a diving catch he made in the fifth inning. I’m so happy we won.
But I hurt, too, and it’s not just my leg. You get that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you know you pulled something or you heard something pop. And I heard — or felt — two pops when I was running out the foul ball in the second inning. I don’t know what they mean or what happened. I just know none of it’s good. Not for me and not for us.
I didn’t want to put us at a disadvantage. Now I’m afraid I have. We could be down one man for the rest of the series. I know that. I’ll know more on Friday morning when I get an MRI — another one — and the doctors tell me what I did this time. Right now, they say I’ve irritated the sheath that covers the Achilles tendon. They said maybe a shot would make it better. I thought I was done with shots. Maybe not. Because if that’s what it takes to make me better, then I’ll get another one and see.
The only thing I know for sure is that I’m not playing in Game 2; whether it’s because I get a shot or just because I can’t, I’m out of there. And we’ll have one of the best defensive players in the game in my place. So that makes me feel a little better.
But I want to contribute. If I’m a pinch-hitter the rest of the series, I’ll be all right, as long as I can help. If I can play and help, that’s even better. If I can’t, I can’t. Who knows? This might be bad. I may be done for rest of the postseason. Hey, when I flied out, that might have been the last at-bat of my career. I hope not. But it could be. And, if it was, well, I’m proud it came trying to help my boys win.
And we won. It’s really what matters most.