Dodger Stadium shook again, Matt Kemp soared again, the Arizona Diamondbacks crumbled again, and, on a sweaty first Sunday in September, the Dodgers did their annual number on first place.
They grabbed it. They wrestled it. And then Kemp looped a majestic last-gasp liner into the screaming shadows to own it.
His tossed helmet might still be sailing across Chavez Ravine sky. The celebratory showers of water might still be soaking the Chavez Ravine ground. And that sound — that smack of an Archie Bradley fastball to the left-center field wall to score two runs in the bottom of the ninth — may still be reverberating across the desert.