When they went to extra innings, I went to bed. It was after midnight in my time zone, and this was pretty much a who-gives-a-shit series for me, anyway. (Except that when Shrub threw out the first ball in Texas, I suddenly became an ad hoc Cardinals fan.) So - I'll take it on faith that the excitement of the final 2 innings + the bottom of the ninth had a hint of classic flavor.
OTOH, those original nine innings had nothing of the classic about them. What I saw was an embarrassing display of inept base running and inept fielding that garnished a perplexing melange of inept pitching and inept hitting, with a side of inconsistent umpiring.
In all seriousness, this was a lousy game, poorly executed in almost every way imaginable.
If my 9-year-old grandson's travel team played in a game with 5 errors and an astounding 41 Left on Base, I'd think it might be time for him to take up the trombone.
For this kind of display to take place in a world series is - in some deeply trivial way - a tragedy.