We had a looong day working, and got to go into this fabulous little beach bar in Venice Beach. Can't remember the name, but it was supposedly vaguely famous because Jim Morrison had peed on the bar way back when.
Now, my general impression of California is they care alot about college football, not so much about baseball. But when we walked in there, not knowing the score or anything, you could feel the tension in the air. They had 3 pool tables and not a single one in use. Top of the 9th, Yanks up to bat, and honestly I don't know all those players, but the Angel reliever had somehow let the bases get loaded. As that was happening the bar got more and more quiet and seriously, it was pretty cool. Like walking in on something private and important and just being able to look in from the outside.
Nick Swisher popped out to leave the bases loaded and there was an audible sense of relief. Music started and everybody got another beer. Angels beat the Yankees 7-6.
I was glad to have seen the passion in this tiny bar.
I also fully expected the Yanks to pull it out. Still do. But that was pretty fun.
Tonight they're back in NY for game 6. I'll try catch it back here in Chicago.