It was a literal heave; a mighty upper-cut—J.D. Davis got under a draggy change-up from reliever Eli Morgan and the ball rocketed not out but up into the friendly San Francisco afternoon air. Davis skipped out of the box, Fisk-like, not willing it fair but willing it far. It was either a warning-track fly, a run-scoring but insufficient sacrifice, or gone. Cleveland Guardians left fielder Steven Kwan lined it up, glassed-over eyes staring up into the sky, back scraping the wall. He jumped, and the ball fell from the sky just beyond his reach into the first row of bleachers and suddenly, the San Francisco Giants team fans thought they were watching flipped upside down and turned inside out and transformed into something new, reminding everyone that even in a long season during a long drawn-out game, baseball can still turn on a dime.
A New Hope?
