As the 2008 baseball postseason begins, I find myself once again wondering what surprises and curses October is ready to throw at all fans this year. This season seems different. New things could happen and the baseball world could end up being shaken to its very core when it's all over. It could end up being something baseball fans, especially ones from Chicago, will see once in their lifetimes.
What would be the perfect ending for baseball? The Devil Rays rising up from oblivion, where they have been since they were formed? The Cubs finally killing off that billy-goat and never having to be called "lovable losers" again? Or the Red Sox repeating and becoming the new dynasty of the decade?
The truth is any of these would be fitting for a season that has just been different, it has been magical. It's a year in which for the first time in 102 years, both Chicago teams are in the playoffs. It's also the first season since 1993 where New York has no representations. The Devil Rays are playing in October for the first time ever and the Brewers will play fall ball for the first time in lots of baseball fans' lifetimes (26 years).
But if it's truly magical, and if it will go down as one of the greatest post-seasons of all time, this is how it has to play out.
It's Game Seven, the Cubs and Red Sox have battled it out for six very tight games. Chicago's pitchers are worn out from their seven-game series with eternal rival Milwaukee, and Kerry Wood is on the mound with a one run lead.
The Red Sox have battled through the American League, getting by the Angels in four games and needing six to beat the other Chicago team in the ALCS. It all comes down to this. A curse could be broken or a dynasty could be established.
Five minutes have now passed. People scream, hug, and laugh, while others just stand there speechless, wondering what could have been. Kerry Wood is still standing on the mound, wondering how he could have thrown that pitch differently. "Big Papi" rounds the bases after his two-run homer, and out of nowhere, a damn billy-goat begins chasing Ortiz around the bases.
Fenway Park explodes in joy, Chicago's lights go out once again, and the 100th championship-less season is complete. How about that for a World Series?