Oct. 8, 1992 was a long, weird, screwed-up night for me. I won't get into the story, but I was in a bad enough head space that I considered staying home the next night even though I had tickets to Game 3 of the NLCS. They were great seats, too. Things did not look promising. The Pirates had lost the first two games of the series. To put this in context, I was like many Pirates fans. We knew their run of being competitive was about to end. They were going to lose Barry Bonds and Doug Drabek to free agency. My mood was not improved by the thought that the NLCS seemed like it was going to be over before it started.
Wakefield just wouldn't allow it. He threw a complete game to beat the Braves. He actually threw two complete games in that series. He was the winning pitcher in Game 6 in Atlanta, too. Sure, it only delayed the inevitable heartache, but I'll never forget the way he battled through those two games. RIP Wake.