So just as McStinky struck out to end the ninth, the Uber dropped us off at Terminal 1, so I had to focus on getting tags and checking bags in and all that. After I was done and we left that counter, I saw that Vest let a man get to third with one out. On the way to TSA, I did see Vest field the chopper and tag Ramirez out coming off third, and then getting C.J. Kayfus (.500/.583/.700 against us this year) to pop out to Javy. By the time I showed the humorless TSA lady my spiffy new Real ID, I was the happiest person in line.