The moment the final out was recorded at second base and all the ribbon boards and giant scoreboards inside Busch Stadium glared nothing but bad news, a subdued hush fell over the place and the crowd of 45,606, a sellout, spilled glumly into the cool autumn night.
Brewers 4, Cardinals 2.
And now the only sound that could be heard inside the ballpark after Game 4 of the National League championship series was the unsettling sound of the Brewers tapping the brakes on a mad dash by the Cardinals toward another World Series.
The still of the night spoke volumes for what had just transpired in this best-of-seven series, suddenly tied at two games. Twenty-four hours earlier, there was a subtle sense that all the momentum of the NLCS had swung the Cardinals' way. Now as the Brewers streamed off the field hand-slapping, elbow-tapping and chest-bumping their way into the visitors' clubhouse, there was an uneasy sense that things had just dramatically changed.