None of us are supposed to be here.
You, at home, watching past midnight, on a Tuesday in June. Me, on vacation, working past midnight, a cold beverage discarded several hours ago, when a story started writing itself. Paul Mainieri and his Tigers, playing past midnight (CST), in Eugene, Oregon, the writers of that story, a three seed stuck since Friday in the loser's bracket, a loss away from the end – of a season, and of a career.
Yet here we are. All of us. On to the Super Regionals. Because baseball doesn't care about 'supposed to.