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He thought it was gone, walking backwards across home plate, watching, bathing in the crowd’s cheers.
I thought it was gone, and even as the ball flew towards deep center, I was mentally rewriting my lede and wondering who would pitch the ninth for the Brewers.
The crowd...the crowd knew it was gone. Look at their faces as the ball descends. It’s their time. No roof here.
Garrett Mitchell knew it wasn’t gone. Already playing deep, he worked back towards the wall, feeling the grass give way to the track, clocking the ball’s flight. If you take the context out, the game, the series, the crowd, the wall, it’s a pretty routine fly ball. He makes a short leap to catch the ball, fighting the hands of Padres fans reaching for team history.
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