These are the types of games that "build character". The Cubs made Tim Lincecum* look like a barnstroming Satchel Paige for eight extremely quick innings only to come alive in the ninth for a victory that had me pumping my fist in the air and chasing the cat around the hardwood floor in my socks.
Cliff Floyd, freshly reinstated from the bereavement list after the death of his father, and playing the role of Thunder Matt Murton in left field, delivered the crushing, or rather, chopping blow with a "seeing eye single" that really opened the floodgates.
The 5-1 isn't really a fair representation of how they played the majority of the game. But as that sage Len Kasper noted, 'That's why you play nine innings'. Well said Kasper. That's the kind of baseball cliche that America expects, nay, needs, from it's play-by-play men.
*Kirk Rueter's doppelganger