It seems like something from yesteryear: the world series, en flagrante delicto, called to a halt and suspended until who-knows-when. Baseball can't seem to keep its guns pointed anywhere but at its own clown feet. It had been a terrific game, full of excitement, until it was called going into the bottom of the 6th. Tampa had just tied it at 2 thanks to the daring baserunning of BJ Upton. You knew, immediately, that with the score knotted and the rain coming down hard and the Commish in the stand, the umps would call it. The last thing baseball needed was to have it stopped later, the Phils ahead in the clincher and the game "official." (It would have been finished, but what an anticlimax.) Perhaps the game should never have started, given the forecast. Certainly starting at 8:30 is inexcusable. When they get back to it is anyone's guess. The forecast for Philly is rain rain rain. And so we wait….and wait….and wait.