Remember that scene in Pulp Fiction when Jules and Vincent are in Brett’s apartment and Vincent opens Marsellus Wallace’s briefcase, the glowing gold splashing upon Vincent’s face as he looks at the contents in awe, leading Jules to ask, “We happy?”
It felt as if the Baseball Gods, looking to dole out retribution for the marathon we endured in the first game of the day, had to give us something to smile about. Maybe it was a long dongshot into straight away center. Maybe it was a no-hitter going past the 7th inning.
Greatness needed to be gifted.