By Jim Coffman
My favorite part of Carlos Zambrano’s Sunday evening sensation at Miller Park in Milwaukee was the pop-up in the bottom of the eighth. The play was routine and yet it wasn’t. I thought it wouldn’t draw much notice, but there it was, part of the initial post-game highlights package on ESPN.com. With five outs remaining (from now on when we hear that phrase maybe we’ll think of this game for a moment or two before Bartman et. al.), the foul but playable ball took tenuous flight. Just before it headed back down between first and home, Zambrano looked at Derrek Lee and thought for a split second, “Do I have to let Derrek catch this ball again? Do I have to follow that unfair, unwritten rule that dictates field players catch all pop-ups, even ones that come down on the mound?”
And then the ball was descending a little quicker than usual and Zambrano answered his own question with vehemence: “No! This one is mine – Mine!” Like all the other plays he makes on the diamond, Z’s call for the ball was fundamentally sound (note the use of the word “plays” – a category of activities that does not include histrionics). He hustled over, waved his arms a few times and then snatched the ball out of the air. Zambrano grabbed that pop-up like he grabs every opportunity to make a difference on the diamond. Be it making a tough play in the field or trying to beat out an infield hit or catching a pop-up the first baseman could have grabbed, Z always plays the game with ferocity.
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Posted on September 15, 2008