The Athletic has live coverage of Blue Jays vs. Dodgers in Game 4 of the World Series.

LOS ANGELES — These are the games that live on forever. These are the home runs that leave the bat and never come down. These are the memories that don’t ever fade.

We had ourselves a World Series game for the ages Monday night at Dodger Stadium. Six hours and 39 minutes of drama and madness. Eighteen innings of classic October baseball stretching deep into the night — especially if you were watching in Toronto, where this game didn’t crash to a halt until nearly 3 in the morning.

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The scoreboard told us that the “final” score of Game 3 of this World Series was Dodgers 6, Blue Jays 5, in those 18 epic innings. But as the zeroes mounted on that scoreboard … through the shadows, through the twilight, through the astonishing march toward midnight at Chavez Ravine, there literally seemed to be no finish line in sight.

These are the kinds of games we live for here at the World Series headquarters of the Weird and Wild World column. What do you say we tell you all about it.

Are we sure it’s over?

You know that old adage about how it’s theoretically possible for a baseball game to never end? Even the men playing in this game were starting to wonder if this was That Game. Maybe it would just keep going — for hours, for days, possibly right through Thanksgiving dinner.

Shohei Ohtani would get intentionally walked 78 times. Twenty game-winning homers would get swallowed by the marine layer and die on the warning track. Every position player on the field would wind up having to pitch.

It would be that game that broke the laws of time, of space and of baseball. What time was it? What day was it? What inning was it? Who could even tell anymore?

THE ATHLETIC: “Were you starting to wonder if this game would ever end?”

DODGERS RELIEVER EMMET SHEEHAN: “I mean, you definitely start to wonder.”

But then, at 10 minutes before midnight in the west, 10 minutes before 3 a.m. in the east, it was time for Mr. Walk-off to rescue them all.

The baseball roared off Freddie Freeman’s bat, soared through the sky and never stopped flying. It may have disappeared over the center-field fence, but home runs like this one don’t ever really touch the earth.

It may have driven in the winning run in this marathon. But it wasn’t just victory. It was history.

FREDDIE FREEMAN WALK-OFF HOME RUN IN THE 18TH INNING!