It was pure drama from start to finish, folks— you know, that kind of game that makes you hold your breath until the very last out. The Washington Nationals jumped out early, taking a 3-0 lead that felt like it might stick, but the New York Mets never gave up. They kept fighting, chip by chip, and somehow kept it within a run heading into the bottom of the 10th. It was one of those nail-biting affairs where every single play mattered.
Let me paint you a picture: the energy in the stadium was electric, fans roaring like they’d never heard it before. And then, there was Abraham, stepping up to the plate with that perfect timing. One swing, one solid hit, and he drove it right over the fence for the go-ahead run. It was a moment that shifted everything, like a turning point in a thriller. But the Mets weren’t done yet. You could see it in their eyes—they weren’t going down without a fight.
McNeil tried to ignite the rally with a shot to right center, but it was called foul, and honestly, it felt like a gut punch at that moment. But then, McGill stepped in and did what he does best: an RBI single that got them on the board. The Nationals responded instantly, and CJ Abrams was on fire. His 12th home run of the year was a thing of beauty, a deep opposite-field blast that had everyone on their feet. And it didn’t stop there—he crushed another extra-base hit later in the game, showing off his power and determination. You could tell he was enjoying himself out there, and it was infectious.
Over on the mound, Justin Garza made his debut a statement. He struck out two in a row, leaving them stranded, and it was a glimpse of the talent the Mets have in their system. But let’s not forget the heart of the game—the bottom of the 10th. McNeil hit it hard, driving in a run that brought the tying score to the plate, but it was called out. Talk about a buzzkill. You could feel the deflation in the stands, the way the crowd’s roar turned into a collective sigh. It was a heartbreaking finish, but you had to respect the Nationals for holding on.
All in all, this was an instant classic. Both teams left it all on the field, and you could tell the passion in every swing, every pitch. It’s games like these that remind you why we love baseball—full of highs, lows, and moments that stick with you long after the final out. Five to four, but it felt like so much more than just a score.