Time for Pirates to deliver
There I stood, sweating, as the seconds seemed like hours.My anticipation was building, my heart was pounding and my breath was deeper and deeper and deeper...I can't imagine how Andrew McCutchen was feeling. After all, he was the one at the plate in Great American Ballpark.I was in my living room in northeast Ohio.The pressure he had to endure, National League MVP and all, to deliver in the ninth inning, with two outs and two runners on base and his team down by two runs, was like trying to smash through a brick wall with only a wooden Louisville Slugger bat.That brick wall on Tuesday ...