I am sitting in the press box an hour before Game 2 of this Division Series starts. I see the shadows covering the field except for a sliver of sunlight in left field and center field near the outfield fence. The sliver will disappear soon. The Reds are taking batting practice in their red jackets and Dusty Baker is leaning against the batting cage observing. He looks much thinner than the last time I saw him and I expect that’s good. I need to lose at least ten pounds but have no willpower. They are piping some cool blues into the ballpark and the stands are filling up with people in orange and you know something special is about to happen. I love the baseball postseason, even insignificant things like routine grounders take on huge significance. I like the feeling of life enhanced and experience rendered intense. I like that this game will take place in San Francisco. I love San Francisco.