When you lose your hands, you can't play baseball.
Tony Gwynn, the fat batter behind Finley, is waiting.
Hi, folks, I'm Jerry Gross. No, I'm not, I'm Jerry Coleman.
I don't mean he missed him, but he just didn't get him when he put the tag on him.
And it's a long drive down the line to centerfield.
Gonzo leaps like a giraffe and grabs it.
Those amateur umpires are certainly flexing their fangs tonight.
Shirley and Griffey get along like a rattler and a parrot.
The ex-left-hander Dave Roberts will be going for Houston.
You might want to put this in the back of your craw and think about it.
Hats off to drug abusers everywhere.
Benedict may not be as hurt as he really is.
Ozzie Smith is out there roaming around like glass.
Houston has its largest crowd of the night here this evening.
They throw Winfield out at second, but he's safe.
Grubb goes back, back... He's under the warning track and makes the play.
Young Frank Pastore may have pitched the biggest victory of 1979. Maybe the biggest victory of the year!
I like to use big words so people will think I know what I'm talking about.
He many not be hurt as much as he really is.
There's a deep fly ball... Winfield goes back, back... his head hits the wall ... it's rolling towards second base.
They've taken the foot off Johnny Grubb. Uh, they've taken the shoe off Johnny Grubb.
You never ask why you've been fired because if you do, they're liable to tell you.
It's a cold night out tonight. The Padres better warm up real good because it's stiff out there.
Pete Rose has three thousand hits and three thousand fourteen overall.
The ballgame is over...in this inning.
