Didn’t start or end pretty, but I can honestly say that what happened in between the first and ninth innings were truly inspired baseball. Halladay dominated, the offense erupted and Charlie went wild with the rally towel.
It was an absurdly fun night at the ballpark, punctuated by the lone Cards fan in our row leaving when it started getting ugly.
Singing “High Hopes” as we left the ballpark is so satisfying. “10 mas!”