I’m writing this at 3 AM, which — amazingly — is not all that much farther from the end of this afternoon’s game than the end of it was to the start of the game.
What an incredible game and an incredible series. We’ll all have heart attacks by the time we’re through this season if this is what it’s going to be like, but if we can step back and enjoy the baseball for what it is? Holy awesome! And as much as it hurts that the Jays didn’t sweep a series they could have swept, or that it took so achingly long to win a game when they needed to get to Seattle to get set for some more tough pitching matchups… um… holy fucking shitting fucking awesome! I might have had to leave the house before the end of it — watched it, though, amidst a big trivia win, FYI — but I couldn’t let myself not acknowledge on here what a game we all just took in.
Maybe it will ultimately fade into memory and become nothing more than a footnote, but it’s not crazy to think that it could go down in Jays lore, either — the time over two weekend days that, on the way to their first playoff berth in two decades, they kept the dream alive, despite all of Juan Francisco’s ineptitude, largely on the backs of Marcus Stroman and Chad Jenkins, and demonstrated that the big-rotation playoff contenders they may run into if they do make it aren’t nearly as unassailable as they may look on paper.
We can only be hopeful of all that for now, but this series sure could have gone a way where “hopeful” wouldn’t have had much of a place in our vocabulary. That it didn’t — that they clawed back a game from the Orioles and Yankees this evening, and showed that they can play with the Tigers if given the chance — is as fantastic as it is a reminder of how frayed our nerves will get when things really start to have meaning.
That maybe sounds painful and exhausting and every other emotion we’re fraught with, but it also sounds another thing: fucking awesome.