It was a great game, either in spite of or because of so many baserunners not becoming platecrossers. The alternating presence of a murmuring of Mets and a descent of Dodgers along the basepaths actually informed the spirit of the thing Saturday.
If you had a rooting interest, you flitted from beseeching one team to unclog its offensive drain already to hoping like hell that the pipes wouldn't burst while that same team's pitcher was checking under the sink.
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