10th inning, Game 6.

I jumped when Kinsler flew out.

“That’s a big out!” I told fans around me.

(As if they didn’t know.)

Andrus ripped a single up the middle.

I looked around the stadium to forget the runner at 1st.

Hamilton launched a ball into the seats.

I grabbed the back of my head.

Texas fans grabbed the air above them.

I glanced at the lineup for the bottom of the 10th.

Descalso, Jay, pitcher’s spot.

But Darren Oliver?

Beltre couldn’t reach a foul ball, and Descalso ripped a single on the next pitch.

“Drop! Drop! Drop!” I yelled at a Jon Jay pop up.

It did! It did!

“Jackson can’t bunt!” I yelled at La Russa.

He agreed. Lohse tried instead, and nearly beat the throw to first.

(But I don’t like runners at first these days.)

Theriot grounded out to make it 9-8.

“I wouldn’t pitch to Albert either,” I told a fan next to me.

(Though he’s been reaching for low and away pitches since the end of September.)

Berkman rocked a mullet, and a single to center.

I watched a Texas fan choke back tears.

The Cards left two on to end the inning.

To the 11th!