11th inning, Game 6: what just happened?

The Rangers didn’t score in the 11th.

They didn’t score!

I just hoped David Freese would nurse a walk to start the inning.

“That was a ball! That was a ball!” I cried at a called strike.

“But remember, Albert, hit a … the count was 1-1 instead of 2-0 … I don’t even know what I’m saying!” I told Harold the fan.

(He grinned.)

And Freese swung on a 3-2 pitch, and that’s no way to get a walk.

But the ball kept flying until it landed in the grass between the bleachers.

And Freese jogged around those bases instead.

I threw my arms around the ushers and fans.

And yelled.

I don’t even know what.

A few minutes later, I hopped down the steps, and I paced in front of empty seats as I called my brother in Oregon.

He said the announcers called it the most exciting World Series game ever.

I said I could never attend a better baseball game.

(Besides the 5 errors, of course.)

If St. Louis would’ve won the World Series tonight, I would’ve passed out.

Instead I walked around in a daze, taking pictures of any fans who asked.

(Cardinal fans this time.)

“Get the scoreboard in the background!” they said.

I looked around the outfield grass, to the groundskeepers combing the infield, and the MLB Network crew near the Cardinals’ dugout.

I wish I had words, but all I heard were Jack Buck’s rattling in my ears.

“I don’t believe what I just saw.”