Church of Baseball – Part Two
The River Styx and one chance in 278 million. Baseball writers are amazing, but they go to a whole ‘nother level when you have nights like last evening. The baseball gods must have loved my last post, because we were all rewarded with the most improbable and dramatic final day of the season. It was so incredible even Bud Selig couldn’t screw it up. Three of the four games critical to the wild card races in each league were on our local cable system – conveniently located on channels 41, 42, and 43. The only one we couldn’t watch was the least dramatic: the Cards drubbing of the Astros. But for five delicious hours, Candice and I sat by the television, switching between games almost on a pitch-by-pitch basis in the last two hours, to watch the monumental collapse of not one, but two proud franchises (Boston and Atlanta), and the incredible comeback of the Tampa Bay Rays from too many near-death experiences to count. Baseball writers will opine about this evening for some time …

