Last night's game was absolutely amazing.
I was very excited about that game 5, and felt they were in the right momentum. Plus, with Stroman on the mound, despite his young age, I really felt good about the Blue Jays' chances. The game started at 10 pm for me and ended at 2 am. The 7th inning alone (one that will go down in history) lasted 53 minutes. I was in such a frantic state of excitement that there was no way I could go to bed anyway.
There I was, alone at my place (nobody wants to watch baseball with me, it's non-negociable. "not even a 5 hour 14 inning thriller ?", I ask. And no one answers in all of France), jumping up and down, watching live on MLB tv and sometimes looking at the gameday feed because I knew there was a one pitch delay between both and I just couldn't take the suspense (ok, I only did this for the 9th inning, but they were KILLING ME).
I actually felt scared when the Rangers scored at the top of the 7th on that improbable play. Good thing they won, it would've been tough for Martin to recover from that.
And endorphines swarmed all throughout my brain when Bautista hit his HR. Who can blame him for staring a little as the ball soared, or for the bat flip ? He wasn't showing them off. He was just reacting to the incredible tension and electricity there must have been in the stadium. My friend Rich was at the game (no, he did not throw any beer) and he told me the intensity was palpable and everything went wild. Thank God for smart phones, because how can you expect to understand what's going on simply by looking at what's happening on the field, after what looked like batter's interference ?
I hadn't felt like that because of sports since the 98 World Cup final (France won against Brazil 3-0, in France).I did have a similar rush watching Jordan win all those championships live in the middle of the night. That amazing feeling you have where you're smiling so hard you can't possibly get to sleep. It must be strange for you to read this, as the game was at 4 pm for you...
But yeah, the toughest part was not having anyone to talk to about the game. A friend of mine was sharing my anxiety on social media, but I didn't want to bore her with the specifics of the game and why the 7th inning was craziness impersonated. So I sent an email to Matt. Who offered to jump up and down too. Out of solidarity.
What a game.
And this has better be next year's Stadium Club picture for Jose's card !