Got by on heart and soul, when no other fuel was left. We have one more gunfight tomorrow, and we are, in all probability, all out of bullets. But I am so damned proud of this team that it hurts. So much so that the outcome of the last gunfight is nearly irrelevant in the face of our courage. To HELL with the championship.
Tomorrow is irrelevant.
Call Miami whatever you want to, but WE are the champions of 1999. This bunch, outmanned as they are, are the best damned baseball team there is. Tomorrow, we probably die. But we have already seen our finest hour. How we would do it is a mystery to me.