Playoff baseball just hits different. This is a widely-agreed-upon fact among diehards, casual fans, and haters alike. Each at-bat in a pressure-packed postseason series is magnified in stark contrast to the long, grueling 162-game regular season. Come October, individual pitches feel more like high, dramatic art than statistical footnotes. Both clubs in the outer boroughs of the Big Apple have delivered many of these moments in recent weeks; by now you’ve probably seen countless replays of one of Francisco Lindor’s or Pete Alonso’s epic dingers and the late-inning heroics of the sluggers in the Bronx—and hats off, of course, to Mr. Freddie Freeman, most recently. But did you hear them?
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