The Brewers and A’s basically played in zero gravity in Las Vegas last night.

Of all of the baseball games, last night was certainly one!

A few things in no particular order:

• Last night was the first MLB game played in Las Vegas since 1996.
• The artist formally known as the Oakland A’s are now in year #2 of their vagabond existence. Last season they played in a minor league park in Sacramento. This year they’re splitting time between Sacramento and last night’s park, the creatively named Las Vegas Ballpark. They are moving permanently to Las Vegas in 2028, at what is presumably a regulation sized stadium.
• As a radio DJ/internet jester, I would never complain about being tired. Never. If you wanted to throw some sympathy my way? I’d take it. But I’m not asking for it.

So last night was preposterous. PRE-POS-TER-OUS. You’ve got an 8,500 seat minor league stadium, you’ve got no tiers of seating to block the wind and jet streams, you’re at nearly a mile of elevation above sea level, and you’ve on an infield drier than the brisket your buddy made on his new smoker.

May as well just give the boys metal bats and really throw a tent on this circus!

Somehow, SOMEHOW, the Brewers survived with a 15-14 win in extra innings. 29 runs, 34 hits, 16 ABS reviews, 4 and a half hours. 4.5 hours! In the pitch clock era, that’s insane. That’s basically two full baseball games. That’s a full workday in radio. That’s half of an Easter Vigil mass. Nuts.

Now look, I’m a purist, so games like last night aren’t really something I love to watch. But I can certainly see the appeal of something like last night in the middle of a LONG baseball season. It was basically Banana Ball in an actual MLB game. Give me a 2-1 pitchers duel any day of the week and twice on Sunday, but I’m not going to crap on people who said that last night was the, “GAME OF THE YEAR!” They’re wrong, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun.

PS: My favorite highlight last night was the game tying home run the A’s hit in the bottom of the 10th inning because it emphasizes how ridiculous the conditions were. William Contreras and Aaron Ashby are basically shaking hands because they think the game is over. Like in EVERY other Major League stadium that is a can of corn, routine fly ball. But somehow it ends up in the parking lot: