Confessions of a Tired Pragmatist

I didn't see it. I didn't see the comeback. I was asleep. I nodded off after a two run something or other off Jonathan Papelbon with no outs, the Rays still batting, and only nine outs to go and a seven run deficit. I didn't see it. I was, for a lack of a better story, tired.

Awoken by a ping on my cell phone and a message on the screen from a former employee who I knew was at the game, I instantly knew. The message said, simply, "oh my".

Oh my. Oh my indeed.