First this was a profoundly moving story.

Second I've spent my life loving baseball but all too often I have just missed some of the greatest moments in the past quarter of a century. But I have witnessed more than my share. I was watching the Dodger game on October 25th. The moment they retired Ohtani I thought the Dodgers were dead. Finito.

Freeman comes up to bat, barely able to stand. Boom. As someone who lives in New York but it is not a die-hard Yankee fan the way my mother is, I think I knew in my heart the dodgers won the world series the moment Freeman hit the home run. I knew that there were three games to go but I'd been watching LA the entire postseason and they just seemed like destiny was on their side ever since the fourth game of the LA-San Diego series.

Now the Mets more than exceeded my expectations - everyone in New York's fort he last two weeks leading up to the Dodgers series but I knew their cinderella story was going to end there. Seriously in Game 5 we were leading 10 to 5 in the ninth and I still didn't think the lead was safe.

Then the Yankees seem to do everything right in the top of the tenth right up until the pitch to Freeman. It's all over but the shouting. The Yankees are a great team but they were fighting the baseball gods. And for a franchise that has spent most of the 20th century with them whispering in their ears, I think we know that during this century the baseball gods have decided that they've switched allegiance. (Which honestly is good for baseball but that's another story.)