With Jackie Robinson already on the mind, last night’s game-ending play at the plate in Colorado naturally set us to thinking of the scene above from Game One of the 1955 World Series, when Robinson stole home through Yogi Berra. Robinson was called safe. Yogi was apoplectic. The visual evidence is inconclusive, though Yogi maintains to this day he was out. (In the end, it didn’t much matter: the Yanks won the game, but wound up losing the series.) Yesterday, Matt Holliday appeared out, both at first glance and in subsequent replays, but he was nonetheless called safe by ump Tim McClelland, and San Diego saw their season come to an ignominious end. The final days of the NL campaign beg a lot of questions about the meanings of “clutch” and “choke.” Did the Mets choke? Did they just have a lousy pitching staff that caught up with them? How about Trevor Hoffman? Did he blow it? Or is a pitcher maxing out at 84 mph a sitting duck against a good hitting lineup in the thin air of Colorado? There’s a lot to ponder over the next 24 hours, before baseball resumes. Of this I’m happy: baseball has shown it’s humanity, for both better and worse, over the past couple of days. It’s been wonderful to watch.