Carlos Beltran could not take away this grand slam

Not this kind of grand slam, but close

If you watched last night's World Series Game One, then you saw Carlos Beltran rob Big Papi David Ortiz of a grand slam. You also saw the Red Sox beat the Cardinals. Nice. Just thinking about baseball, the grand slam, and how the weather is getting colder reminds me of how legends are often born in October. I'm here to tell you about one born today; one I shall not soon forget. Sit back and grab a snack as I spin a yarn about one of the most clutch grand slams in recent history.

It was a cold Thursday afternoon, right around lunch time as fate would have it. I was desperate for a win, so I dug deep into the wallet to assemble what I figured would be a solid team, fit to defeat the massive appetite which I had acquired. Things, however, were not going well. Cold was working on a masterful, eight-inning shutout appearance when Hunger was brought in to close out what was a 3-0 game.

It was the bottom of the ninth with the heart of my lineup coming up. The first two batters were quickly sent back to the dugout. With Wendy's Pretzel Bacon Cheeseburger in the on-deck circle, I had a sudden change of heart and called for the Pretzel Pub Chicken Sandwich to pinch hit. It was a risky move indeed. Chicken Sandwich had me covering my eyes, swinging at the first pitch, but lo and behold it knocked a solid single into left field.

With Chicken Sandwich on first, Natural-Cut Fries with Sea Salt stepped to the dish. Fries quickly got behind hunger no balls and two strikes, before narrowly fouling a ball back into the screen. With the next pitch, Fries smacked a double into right center field, advancing Chicken Sandwich to third where it had to be held.

Up next was the trusty, old veteran, Root Beer. The thirst-baseman, err, the third baseman came in to talk it out with Hunger, before the meeting on the mound was broken up by blue. Root Beer did was Root Beer does. It proceeded to work Hunger to a 3-2 count and turned a great at-bat into a base on balls.

I was really starting to feel satisfied at this point and knew it would all come down to the final out, and I was relying on the next hitter to really come through. It was Chili. No, not Chili Davis, but Chili, period. Chili had been struggling of late, but who could blame it with the dog days of August barely out of memory. Hot days like that really take a toll on Chili, but now was the time for Chili to shine. The moment was captured by a brilliant photographer as Chili walked up to the plate, with his teammates ready on the bases.

Amid a backdrop of Wendy's-clad outfield walls, Chili stood in the batter's box ready to deliver. Hunger's first pitch pitch fooled Chili mightily as it checked its swing and could do nothing but listen to the umpire call it a strike. The next pitch was thrown high and tight, sending a message to Chili. Chili was not going to back down. It was at this moment that Chili decided to answer the call. His next swing sent a hanging breaking ball deep to straight away center field. The crowd erupted as Chili circled the bases and arrived at home plate to complete its walk-off grand slam.

It was a moment that would be remembered forever as both Cold and Hunger had been defeated that day.

In case you were wondering, yes I did dip my fries into my chili and it was fantastic.

The End.