"My God, four homers in one game! Lin's bat is absolutely on fire—so this is what his full-power swing looks like?"
Golden liquor splashed as glass cups clinked together. The Yankees fans on site seemed to already see the team returning to the summit: after their captain made such a dazzling comeback, they were full of confidence.
When Lin Guanglai sent the ball over the fence for the third time in this game, the broadcast camera cut to the Astros' dugout: Joe Girardi's expression had shifted from stern at the start to a helpless shake of the head now;
Jose Altuve covered his face with a towel, not wanting anyone to see his expression—over so many years, Lin Guanglai had been like the final boss in a video game; every time the Astros, or he himself, were about to make a breakthrough in results or honors, this man would appear before them and then crush their dreams.
