The greatest game of all time

So I went to the Phillies/Nats game this past Wednesday. It was Cole Hamels bobblehead night, and he was starting, so it was already looking pretty good. Then Ryan Howard won it in the bottom of the 14th with a walk off home run. This was after The 6 Fingered Man blew the save in the top of the ninth, only to be picked up in the bottom half of the inning by a two out, two strike Jimmy Rollins triple-turned inside the park HR by some Keystone Cops fielding on the part of Les Nats.

Pretty sweet, yes?

Of course, it's just a Nationals game, so there's a glass ceiling on how good it can be, right? I mean, any game that doesn't involve the rivalry is automatically AAAA, yeah?

WRONG.

I have two little words for you:
FREE BEER.

Yup. Around about the 10th inning, we tired of the seats we'd been in the whole game (above the bullpens in right center field), and decided to wander up to the bleachers, directly below the bigass bell that rings whenever the Phils hit a home run. Of course, beer sales at Phillies games cease in the 7th inning, so come about 11:30, we were rather parched, and, with no end in sight for this game, in danger of sobering up.
Enter the ruckus.

For, you see, some less than intelligent beer vendor had, in closing the bleacher deck beer stand, failed to turn off the taps. With the bleachers empty of all but one very unobservant (or simply uncaring) usher, we were free to fill our waterbottles with Pale Ale. Again and again. For the next four innings.

Beisbol been very good to me, mang.