World Series Game 1 went to the Dodgers.
Clayton Kershaw
was at his best, needing only 83 pitches to deliver seven innings of
one-run ball. He struck out 11, issued zero walks, and limited a very
dangerous Astros lineup to just three hits as Los Angeles earned a
fast-paced 3-1 victory Tuesday night at Dodger Stadium.
Only one other pitcher in baseball history has
tallied 11 strikeouts and surrendered zero free passes in a World Series
start. That was Don Newcombe of the 1949 Brooklyn Dodgers.
Chris Taylor and Justin Turner,
the co-MVPs of the National League Championship Series, led the way
offensively in this one for L.A. Taylor kicked off the bottom of the
first inning with a no-doubter off Astros starter Dallas Keuchel
that sailed 447 feet, landing near the top of the left-field bleachers.
Taylor then drew a two-out walk in the bottom of the sixth and scored
on a two-run homer by Turner that creeped just over the wall in left.
The only run of the night for Houston came on a solo shot by Alex Bregman in the top of the fourth. Astros leadoff man George Springer finished 0-for-4 with four strikeouts. Jose Altuve was 1-for-4 with a seventh-inning single. Carlos Correa, Yulieski Gurriel, Brian McCann, and Marwin Gonzalez -- the Astros’ No. 4-7 hitters -- combined to go 0-for-12.
Justin Verlander will be on the mound for Houston in Game 2 on Wednesday night in L.A.
It’ll be Rich Hill for the Dodgers, who hold a 1-0 lead in this best-of-seven Fall Classic. Hill will be difficult to defeat in Game 2.
Quick Hits: According to Marc Carig of Newsday, it's "almost certain" that the Mets will exercise Asdrubal Cabrera's $8.25 million club option for 2018 foolish thoughts … Curtis Granderson was held off the Dodgers’ roster for the World Series after going 1-for-15 with eight strikeouts in the NLDS and NLCS … Brandon McCarthy,
who hasn’t pitched since October 1, is on the Dodgers’ roster for the
World Series as a long reliever … Royals assistant general manager J.J.
Picollo suggested Tuesday that Hunter Dozier could play first base for the team in 2018 … Rays hired Matt Quatraro as their new third base coach.
And now a poem by Douglas Hall
Baseball is grass, chalk, and dirt displayed the same yet differently
In every park that has ever heard the words play ball.
Baseball is a passion that bonds and divides all those who know it.
Baseball is a pair of hands stained with newsprint,
A set of eyes squinting to read a box score,
A brow creased in an attempt to recreate a three-hour game
From an inch square block of type.
Baseball is the hat I wear to mow the lawn.
Baseball is a simple game of catch
and the never-ending search for the perfect knuckle ball.
Baseball is Willie vs Mickey, Gibson vs Koufax, and Buddy Biancalana vs the odds.
Baseball links Kansan and Missourian, American and Japanese,
But most of all father and son.
Baseball is the scent of spring,
The unmistakable sound of a double down the line,
And the face of a 10-year-old emerging from a pile of bodies
With a worthless yet priceless foul ball.
Baseball is a language of very simple words that tell unbelievably magic tales.
Baseball is three brothers in the same uniform on the same team for one brief summer
Captured forever in a black and white photo on a table by the couch.
Baseball is a glove on a shelf, oiled and tightly wrapped,
Slumbering through the stark winter months.
Baseball is a breast pocket bulging with a transistor radio.
Baseball is the reason there are transistor radios.
Baseball is a voice in a box describing men you've never met,
In a place you've never been,
Doing things you'll never have the chance to do.
Baseball is a dream that you never really give up on.
Baseball is precious.
Baseball is timeless.
Baseball is forever.
In every park that has ever heard the words play ball.
Baseball is a passion that bonds and divides all those who know it.
Baseball is a pair of hands stained with newsprint,
A set of eyes squinting to read a box score,
A brow creased in an attempt to recreate a three-hour game
From an inch square block of type.
Baseball is the hat I wear to mow the lawn.
Baseball is a simple game of catch
and the never-ending search for the perfect knuckle ball.
Baseball is Willie vs Mickey, Gibson vs Koufax, and Buddy Biancalana vs the odds.
Baseball links Kansan and Missourian, American and Japanese,
But most of all father and son.
Baseball is the scent of spring,
The unmistakable sound of a double down the line,
And the face of a 10-year-old emerging from a pile of bodies
With a worthless yet priceless foul ball.
Baseball is a language of very simple words that tell unbelievably magic tales.
Baseball is three brothers in the same uniform on the same team for one brief summer
Captured forever in a black and white photo on a table by the couch.
Baseball is a glove on a shelf, oiled and tightly wrapped,
Slumbering through the stark winter months.
Baseball is a breast pocket bulging with a transistor radio.
Baseball is the reason there are transistor radios.
Baseball is a voice in a box describing men you've never met,
In a place you've never been,
Doing things you'll never have the chance to do.
Baseball is a dream that you never really give up on.
Baseball is precious.
Baseball is timeless.
Baseball is forever.
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