Daily News | Resilience, heart, whatever: The Phillies are three wins from a title, and it isn’t going away
is like any other game either has not been there or is lying to themselves. There is a density to it, a teeming sort of thickness. The place is crowded even before the crowd arrives, the warning track choked with tripods and microphones and made-up faces, some of them broadcasting live, others awaiting the signal to do so, all of them framed by the fluorescent glow of a thousand artificial lights.
It was J.T. Realmuto’s turn. Why wouldn’t it be? He was the reason they were still alive, why they were here in the 10th inning of a game they’d trailed by five in the third.
The next inning brought more of the same. Justin Verlander was leaving everything up in the zone. Dusty Baker was managing with too much faith. Brandon Marsh doubled. Kyle Schwarber walked. Hoskins popped out, but only after missing a first-pitch meatball. The tables were turning. Realmuto flipped them over with a double to the center-field wall. Ten batters after the Phillies put their first runner on base, Game 1 was tied.