game 7 of the 1992 national league championship series, 10/14/92, the day before my 28th birthday...i was living in pittsburgh and i was deeply invested in pittsburgh sports (from an emotional standpoint)...john mcsherry (the homeplate ump) leaves the game with chest pains and is replaced by some douche whose strike zone was slightly smaller than the official size of a major league baseball...stan belinda comes in to relieve doug drabeck in the 9th inning...stan had no "junk", just a 98 mph fastball that he threw over the plate, you either hit it or you didn't...belinda threw strike after strike, which were called balls (go back and watch the tape if you can find it...it was a fucking joke) after a couple of walks and a sac fly, the bases were loaded...after belinda struck out francisco cabrera (unfortunately, they were all called balls) cabrera gets a hit that scores david justice and a gimped-up sid bream...atlanta wins and during the offseason the dynasty that could have been (drabek, bonds, bonilla, van slyke, et al) was dismantled...and pittsburgh baseball sank into a pit that it has never emerged from...i still feel a pain in my stomach when i think about that series.
human error is part of the game...at least that asshole joyce only made one mistake.