An epic comeback
And I was lucky enough
To just see the ninth
Because there haven't been enough historic moments this season, of course the Cubs added a couple more to the list on Tuesday night.
David Ross, the 39 year-old "grandpa" of the squad, became the oldest player to hit a home run in a post-season game when his second inning solo shot evened the score at one.
And, although it's a bit specific, the Cubs staged the largest ninth-inning comeback to clinch a post-season series. They managed just 2 hits over 8 innings against Giants starter Matt Moore. But they scored 4 times in a top of the ninth that saw the Giants use 5 different pitchers from their bullpen.
Aroldis Chapman redeemed himself after contributing to Monday night's disaster by striking out the side in the bottom of the ninth, and the celebration began.
It was the first time I can remember that I "went to the video tape" to see how the Cubs won the game. Last night was the start of the holiest day of the Jewish calendar, Yom Kippur. So I was at synagogue and only knew that the score was tied at one when it was time for our worship service to begin.
Hopefully nobody will consider it sacrilegious to consider that for Jews the day is about reflection, change and redemption.
After Monday's disappointing marathon loss, I'm sure the Cubs engaged in a bit of reflection, considering what they needed to do better to avoid a do-or-die game 5 on Thursday at Wrigley. And redemption came as almost the same moment our Kol Nidre worship service ended last night.
Honestly, the decision to be in synagogue with my phone off instead of at home with the television on wasn't really a difficult one. And for those who don't think prayer works, consider that while some of you were agonizing over the way the Cubs played during the first 8 innings of Game 4, I was unaware.
When I turned on my phone on the way to my car, the game had already ended. Initially I just knew the score and that was good enough. Then I turned on the radio and heard all the talk of this amazing ninth inning.
By the time I got home to watch what had been recorded earlier, I already knew the result if not the details. It was a glorious ninth inning. And, for me, it was the entire game.
Don't tell me prayer doesn't work.
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