Tonight’s baseball game–more than any other I’ve seen in my lifetime–was a transcendent affair. If you weren’t riveted by this game–or by this World Series–you just can’t like baseball. Come to think of it, you may not even have a pulse. Go back to obsessing over the Kardashians or something.
What can you say about this game? The lesson is simple: A game is never over until the last out is made. The Cardinals proved this in the ninth inning, and again in the tenth inning, before sending everyone home with memories they’ll share as often as they can, for as long as they live. Nolan Ryan didn’t look too happy, but at least the rest of us get what this postseason deserves: one game to settle it all.
I’ve loved baseball ever since I was old enough to understand what was going on, and it’s always paying me back in ways I could never imagine. And so it was again tonight.
Tomorrow night can’t come soon enough for me.