My love for baseball is not quite infinite — but it’s close enough. I suppose that probably comes across based on the 57 million baseball posts I have written in my lifetime. I love the history of the game, the rhythms of the game, the stories of the game and everything else about the game. If I could go back in time and see anything, I would go back and see Negro Leagues games just so I could watch Oscar Charleston, Josh Gibson, Cool Papa Bell and Satchel Paige among others, when they were young and at their height. I dream in baseball cards.



And even I think 15 pitchers might be a few too many for a single playoff game.



That was the number Sunday night. Fifteen. The Astros beat the Yankees 3-2 in 11 wonderful innings, and there were so many thrilling moments in the game — the Aroldis Chapman-George Springer at-bat in the ninth inning, for instance, was one of my favorite-ever at-bats — and it ended dramatically and wonderfully with the Carlos...