It was early last Thursday morning at Tropicana Field, an hour after midnight. The American League wild card winners, you're very own miracle workers, the Tampa Bay Rays, were partying in their clubhouse after, well, you know.
I couldn't help but watch Rays pitcher David Price as he celebrated. He had been awful in the clincher, just as he had been awful the previous Friday. But his teammates had gotten him off the hook, come back from 7-0 down and, well, you know.
I looked at Price and thought that Lou Gehrig had nothing on him. This, I thought, is "the luckiest "is the luckiest man of the face of the earth."
Well, the bill has come due.
Today is the day. Price has to step up for his team in Game 3 of the ALDS against the Texas Rangers or his club is in deep trouble. The Rays need him. He owes them.