The only credence I will give to the slogan above is that, in baseball, as The Rev so eloquently stated yesterday, there's no clock in baseball. There's no play clock, no shot clock, nothing. The clock won't save you. As a team, you have to finish the job on your own.
When that doesn't happen, not once, but twice, it's human nature to wonder if it's meant to be. However, there's one more game, and when you feel you're the better team, and you have another chance to win, you have to find a way to get it done, regardless of what transpired previously.
Last night, fans of sports won. If you love suspense, excitement, thrill, or agony, there was plenty of it to go around. It doesn't matter whether it was your first baseball game all season, or if it was your 100th; last night, the world of sports prevailed, and last night, it was great to be a fan.
For fans of the Cardinals, they witnessed the lows and highs in a single game as well. Their team went from playing awful to refusing to lose. When a team wins a must-win, a game for their survival, and in the way they won it, they have every reason to wake up, look at the sky, breathe in some clean, fresh air, and feel like they didn't come this far only to not finish the job. Deservedly so, they, as well as the rest of the St. Louis Cardinals fan base, have all the confidence in the world going into Game Seven.
Now, if you're a fan of the Texas Rangers, as I am, then last night was a nightmare. Last night, I didn't sleep; instead, I rolled around in the bed, and when my alarm went off at 5:20, I ignored it. I woke up an hour later, strolled into work like I owned the place, walked in my office, sat down, and pretended like nothing happened.
Hopefully, no one will ask about the game.
There's no guarantee that tonight will live up to what happened in Busch last night. Shoot, something like that is meant for the movies; it's meant for aspiring filmmakers, screenwriters, and other types to stay up and come up with their best interpretation of Game Six's events.
If this seems like I'm rambling, it's because I am. Tonight, my team has to find a way to win a Game Seven, or risk going down in infamy, and trust, if we lose, it will be infamy. It's partially why The Rev wrote what he wrote yesterday, and part of the reason why I wrote what I wrote on Tuesday. Regardless, people who love sports, and do not have a dog in the fight other than seeing a great atmosphere for some baseball, will be in for a treat tonight.