The vast majority of the time, baseball is wildly predictable. Some detractors of the sport might even say it’s boring, but every so often it gets adventurous. After being conditioned to the nap-worthy lulls with predictable peaks for weeks on end you may wonder if you should tune in, or schedule other necessary life activities during a game. It is almost guaranteed that at this moment the baseball gods will find you and unleash the one to two percent of the time the sport just really goes off.
One of those nights was Wednesday night at Wrigley Field as the Cubs seemed like they were going to capitulate to mediocrity once again.