Life Happens on a Tuesday—And So Does Baseball Magic
Life Happens on a Tuesday—And So Does Baseball Magic
From comeback homers to walk-off hits and game-saving catches, this blog post captures the unexpected thrill of a single Tuesday in baseball. A tribute to the beauty of the everyday.
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.
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.
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