Roger Angell, the greatest (and perhaps the oldest) baseball writer of them all, turns to blogging:
Boston's comeback is the second-best October turnabout in major-league history, topped only by an eight-run seventh inning by the Philadelphia Athletics in 1929, which won the fourth game and put the White Elephants (as the A's were called then) on their way to a five-game championship win over the Chicago Cubs. That game and inning are well remembered by this writer (who, at nine, could scarcely handle the yard-and-a half-wide sports pages of the time)--especially an inside-the-park homer by Mule Haas. A teammate of his in the dugout was so transported by the blow that he clapped his skinny, elderly Hall of Fame manager, Connie Mack, on the back, sending him to his knees amid the bats. Mack forgave him.
Those were the days. So are these.
I used to have an absolutely encyclopedic knowledge of baseball history (before my head was stuffed with other, less interesting stuff), and when the Red Sox started coming back last night I actually summoned that seventy-nine year-old Athletics' rally from deep in the memory vaults before anyone on television cited it as a precedent. But Angell actually remembers listening to the game itself! The mind boggles.