Game Seven (2015)
“The Buick began to really rock. I was bouncing around in the back, worse than in any school bus I’d ever ridden on.
“I feel like an American cowboy in one of those rodeos,” said Luis, bouncing as much as me. “Only their rides last just ten seconds or less.”
“Better hold on to your coconuts then,” I told him.
“That’s right,” said Uncle Ramon. “Ten seconds is nothing to us. We’re Cuban cowboys. We’ve got major-league cojones, made of steel. We’ll take this ride for days if we have to.... There’s no quit in us. That’s why the Marlins are going to win the Series. They’ll ride out their rough patch, too. Julio, check the game.”
“What’s the use?” I asked.
“I want to see if they’ve closed the gap,” said Uncle Ramon. “What kind of guts they have.”
“They’re just ballplayers,” I said. “We’ve got the guts.MoreLess
“I feel like an American cowboy in one of those rodeos,” said Luis, bouncing as much as me. “Only their rides last just ten seconds or less.”
“Better hold on to your coconuts then,” I told him.
“That’s right,” said Uncle Ramon. “Ten seconds is nothing to us. We’re Cuban cowboys. We’ve got major-league cojones, made of steel. We’ll take this ride for days if we have to.... There’s no quit in us. That’s why the Marlins are going to win the Series. They’ll ride out their rough patch, too. Julio, check the game.”
“What’s the use?” I asked.
“I want to see if they’ve closed the gap,” said Uncle Ramon. “What kind of guts they have.”
“They’re just ballplayers,” I said. “We’ve got the guts.MoreLess
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