I didn’t know what to do after the game ended.

Do we just leave? Like it is a regular game? Really? We just head to our cars? Are they even parked where we left them?

Nothing felt right after the baseball landed in Ryan Howard’s glove in the top of the ninth inning, courtesy of a solid defensive play by Carlos Ruiz that sealed only the second no-hitter in postseason history.

Against the Cincinnati Reds. Who led the league in runs scored, among other hitting statistics. A team that boasts the prohibitive favorite for NL MVP in Joey Votto.

Seriously, we just walk out when it’s over?

I’m still processing what happened yesterday when I went to a baseball game hoping for the Phils to take a 1-0 lead in the NLDS and left having witnessed a game that will go down not just in Phillies history, but baseball lore.

I watched from behind the right field seats on the first level with a throng of complete strangers who became my closest friends for 3 hours. Once the Phillies disappeared into the dugout for good, we embraced and wished each other good luck for our Phillies the rest of the way.

We all know the details by now – 28 batters faced, a walk the Doctor’s only blemish. 25 of 28 batters saw a first pitch strike. No defensive gems were needed to save the no-hitter. The Reds were rendered impotent by a sick array of pitches that had them bailing out, flailing, shaking their head and swinging at October air.

Being there was nothing short of an honor. I don’t know how else to describe it. The Phillies have showered us with indelible memories since 2008 – Matt Stairs’ colossal home run, Victorino’s grand slam off CC, Carlos’ infield walkoff single, Blanton’s homer, Jimmy’s walkoff double off Broxton.

I could go on.

Now this? It’s an embarrassment of riches to be a Phillies fan right now. I don’t want it to ever end. October is a month worth of butterflies in the stomach and distracted days at work.

And what of Roy Halladay? Superlatives don’t do justice. Just shake your head and smile.