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That is what brings me back to the game...every blasted year...
The reason that the Saturday evening October 1st tilt between the Mariners and As was easily the best baseball game I've witnessed first hand other than Edgar's Double was precisely that we played from behind the whole danged game and just...kept...coming...back.
When Cruz hit the game-tying homer in the 7th, you have never heard me scream so loudly. Or anyone scream so loudly, I'd wager. That game was hope on a never-ending string...I kept pulling at the string...there kept being more setbacks and more hope and more setbacks and more hope...it's a shame we lost, but it was still a great game.