I was at Box Seats when Endy C. defied the laws of gravity. Galvanizing! I'm glad they showed the catch a few times because I was having a hard time believing what I'd seen, partly because I'd stabbed myself in the eye earlier in the day.
It was the kind of play where everyone turns in their seat to the person next to them... and then the person behind them... and then everyone is looking at everyone else.
Fat lot of good it did the Mets, though. I felt bad for them, but I think if the Cards had lost, I'd have felt bad for them.
My eye is 100% back to normal now, but the pain and blurred vision and free-flowing tears scared me a little.