I just witnessed one of the greatest baseball games ever. i'm slightly sad that I wasn't able to share it with my father. I find comfort in my dad passing during the World Series though. It seems fitting. He is the reason i'm such a huge baseball fan. One of my earliest memories is me swinging a yardstick while watching The Big Red Machine of the late 70s. Dad was a huge Reds fan & even though I'm more Indians than Reds, we still shared a passion for the game and I will be forever grateful that I got one more summer of games with him. He would've enjoyed this game tonight even though the Cardinals won (who he hated being a Reds fan and all).