It was dark. I was running with a headtorch across the fields with only the moon and Marty Brennaman’s exquisite commentary for company. J.T Realmuto had tied the game, forcing it into extra-innings. We were already 2-1 down in the series, and I cannot begin to think of how many one-run games the Reds have …
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