['Hamas' Jenkins]

From the perspective of a fan, that was the most stressful, dramatic, angering, joyful, heart-rending sports viewing I've ever had. I can't imagine what could possibly top a game like that.

The beginning was nothing short of horrendous. Terrible execution by both teams made it look like a Bantam league contest.

The sheer stupidity of Holliday's catch, Freese dropping a tee ball level pop up, Salas' throw into center, and the Rangers' multiple gaffes at first made this hard to watch.

By the time Holliday was picked off at third I was so angry that had I been in St. Louis I would have probably ran on to the field and attempted to stab him in his non-existent heart with a shard from a splintered ash bat.

I was furious at La Russa for trying to go another inning with Lynn against the heart of the Rangers order (5-6-7), when the situation seemed tailor made for Dotel.

I can't believe that cokehead-Tyrone-Biggums-level-intellect Washington fired his biggest bullet in Holland at such an early point when he had a chance to bridge to Feliz with Feldman and Adams.

I thought the game was over when Furcal went full Furcal on the first pitch from Adams. I was miffed that we didn't try and send Yadi on Jay's soft single in the 9th, even though Cruz has a hose.

I understood why Craig took the slider from Feliz, because he missed his spot by a foot, but I'm devastated he didn't turn on that meat pitch. It looked like all of Texas' hits were finding holes and we missed all their mistakes, where all our mistakes got third decked.

I really thought Freese was going to K on gas from Feliz. I let out an absolute cacophonous stream of Carpenterian "Mother**** You"s at Feliz after Freese's tying hit.

I thought we were in good hands with Motte in the 10th. I thought we were ruined after Hamilton, who had been a complete nothing aside from batted ball luck, one handed that heater into the bleachers.

Descalso brought back his early season clutchness, Jay finally got a dying quail to drop for us, Lohse executed one of the best, and ballsiest, bunts I've ever seen, and Berkman, who I also thought was going to K on Feldman's slider, delivered the most professional of professional hits.

Then Freese, whom I was hoping at best could double, absolutely pisspounds the ball into the centerfield grass.

I watched the game with my best friend who recently got back from business in Thailand. A game like that wasn't a sporting event, it was a life event. It's what makes sports worth it. As long as I live, I'll never forget tonight's game because it represented all of the possibility that we attach to sports that never, ever happens.

Except for the one time it does.