That was the greatest game I’ve ever seen. It was worth every inning. It was perfect. Of course there were a couple errors. You try playing 18 intense innings in front of rabid fans with all the marbles on the table.

I played a show last night in 3 Oaks Michigan. I was surreptitiously checking the score in between songs and banter. I even confessed to the audience that that’s what I was doing. They totally appreciated my honesty and started shouting out updates to me.

By the time my gig ended, it was the 8th inning. I signed Cds and T-shirts and vinyl and hats. I had the game blaring on my iPhone and everyone was crowded around me watching. (I think it actually helped merch sales!) Then I packed up my stuff and went across the street with the promoter and his wife to the sports bar. I was on east coast time and the bar finally shut down so I drove to my hotel with the game blasting on the radio. I was all alone and tension was thick. Texts were coming in from friends.

I got to The Hampton Inn and couldn’t get out of my car in the parking lot because I was glued to the radio. Finally I got to the front desk in between innings and had the game on my iPhone and was watching the 17th inning while the front desk dude checked me in. They had Ben and Jerry’s ice cream so I bought some Cherry Garcia and I ran to the elevator and lost signal as I went up to the third floor. I was groaning out loud!

I got to room 312 and ran inside and turned on the tv and there was no channel guide and 400 channels! My iPhone started working again after stalling from the elevator. So I was watching the game on my phone while searching the tv in a panic.

I finally found the game on the tv and they were ahead of my feed so I was watching the past and the future game at the same time. Finally the 18th inning started and both teams looked exhausted. It was a grueling prizefight. When Max Muncy launched that home run I was screaming so loud that the people in the room next door started banging on the wall for me to shut the hell up. I was on east coast Michigan time. It was 3:30 in the morning!

I had goosebumps. I live for this game. For a small moment in time I was transported to baseball land where everything stands still and the future is unwritten and I’m not thinking about pipe bombs and politics and vitriol. I’m thinking about the joy and beauty of the greatest game. I was a kid again. Baseball! ¡Beisbol! Oh heck yes. I love this game.