Life Happens on a Tuesday
And So Does Baseball Magic
I always say, “Life happens on a Tuesday.” Not during the Friday night fireworks or the holiday hype. Tuesday is where the good stuff sneaks in—quietly, unexpectedly, beautifully. And baseball? Baseball was built for days like that.
Because on one random, glorious Tuesday…
A team down
7-2 in the 8th claws all the way back. The dugout wakes up. The crowd leans in. And with
two outs in the bottom of the 9th,
Miguel Amaya, a backup catcher barely on the radar,
launches a game-tying bomb to left-center.
Tie game. 10-10. After being left for dead, they’re heading to extras. That’s not just a comeback—that’s a resurrection.
Tyrone Taylor then becomes a sniper in center.
Fires a laser to first for a ridiculous 8-3 double play—the kind of play that won’t make headlines but says everything about momentum.
One team is locked in.
The other?
On the verge of being swept by a division rival. Schwarber didn’t slide.
The baseball gods didn’t miss it. Phillies fall to the Mets,
5-1.
Byron Buxton, battling in a year where wins have been
hard to come by,
lays out in right-center with two on and two out in the 9th, protecting a fragile
4-2 Twins lead. If that ball drops? Tie game. But it doesn’t.
Curtains.
And then there's
Freddy Fermin, a backup catcher writing a full arc in two innings:
guns down the lead runner in the 10th,
walks it off in the 11th. Baseball scriptwriters couldn't have done it better.
None of this happened under the lights of October. No national spotlight. Just an ordinary Tuesday.
And it was unforgettable.
Because baseball is life. Full of redemption arcs, unsung heroes, and razor-thin margins. And the best moments?
They happen when no one’s expecting them.
They happen on a Tuesday.
“Know what’s enough. Build what matters.”