Random observations from Game 3 in Cincinnati, my first non-Cubs playoff game: - The Phillies are a [expletive] machine. Poised, deliberate and seemingly unstoppable. - Dusty Baker is still an idiot. The Philadelphia hurlers are fantastic, but Baker's continuing refusal to recognize the value of working the count was a huge factor in the gaudy success of Doc and Hamels. - As a detached observer with no rooting interest, the postseason's extra commercial time in-between innings is truly a shame. The players, creatures of habit for 162 games with a set-in-stone break now given extra time, are standing around doing nothing, waiting for the red lights to come on. The natural rhythm of the game is distorted. It feels all too much like seeing something like Monday Night Raw in person, which leads to ... - The TBS intros with the waving towels are so nauseatingly bogus in person. You have the public address announcer imploring the crowd to wave the towels before an empty field like some poor sap holding up an "APPLAUSE" sign. The whole exercise is degrading to the game of baseball IMO. - Everyone should see a playoff game in person, regardless of rooting interests or lack thereof. If you're lucky enough to have a contending team within range, go. Despite the hyper-commercialization that permeates everything, when the game is actually going on, it's awesome.