Major League Baseball is Amazing

Sorry to go off topic, but if you missed the end of the Rockies/Padres one-game playoff, you really missed out.
Baseball, America's pastime and the most literary of sports, is widely yawned off these days. I'll refrain from making a generalization about the American people to explain why they can't enjoy it like they used to — steroids has nothing to do with it, they've only brought longball-loving fans in.
But games like this is why it's so beautiful. 162 games wasn't enough. Then nine innings wasn't enough. Finally, the Padres scored two runs in the thirteenth inning and brought future Hall of Famer Trevor Hoffman and his 524 saves to the mound.
Even that wasn't enough.
Kazuo Matui and Troy Tulowitzki led off the inning with back-to-back doubles to bring the Rockies within one run. Then Matt Holliday tripled off the wall and right over the glove of a leaping Brian Giles.
Hoffman intentionally walked the always dangerous Todd Helton, bringing up Jamey Carroll, a weak hitting infielder who entered the game as a pinch runner. He didn't end the game with a hit. Instead, he flied out to right field.
That was enough.
Holliday lumbered home, arriving just as Giles' throw got there. Catcher Michael Barrett blocked the plate with exquisite near-perfection, but Holliday's fingertips found a piece of the dish. At least home plate umpire Tim McClelland says they did, and he had the best view.
Barrett retrieved the ball as it dribbled lazily away from the site of the collision, and he tagged a stunned Holliday. But McClelland was already signaling that the runner was safe.
He'd touched a piece of the plate and grabbed a piece of history with it.