Before you ask, I’m not going to go into huge detail about the World Series. Both cities and franchises need the win; Philly perhaps more than Tampa because Tampa’s core is so young and talented and can probably get back to the Fall Classic again. While I was reading SI’s NBA preview (I refuse to read most articles about basketball, for reasons I’ll explain in a bit), it struck me why I find baseball so engaging, even though it’s arguably the no. 3 sport in America (behind football and the NBA, with NASCAR rapidly catching up). One word:
Comebacks.
What makes the NBA so boring to me is that you can pretty much always skip the first three periods of a game. The NBA, and basketball as a sport, doesn’t lend itself to big momentum swings and thus comebacks. Teams occasionally go on runs; this is rare, however, and especially at the pro level you’ll be answered by a run from the other team. I usually don’t watch the NBA at all, unless the Cavs are in the playoffs.
Comebacks in football are pretty rare too, but more common than in the NBA. Typically, three-score leads don’t get beaten. While many football experts say the first score for a team is the most important, I think it’s the second. You simply have more flexibility when you’re ahead by two scores than when you’re ahead by one. Now, football can change very quickly, especially on a turnover, but if you have the ball and a three-score lead, only a boneheaded mistake or coach will cost you a game.
Hockey is exciting, or at least it was more exciting when goals were rarer. One goal games used to be a lot more common, and a 1-0 game to me is a hell of a lot more fun than a 5-3 game, even if it’s my team that’s winning. Shootouts are hugely popular, but hockey OT is the most exciting 20 minutes in sports. If soccer is the “beautiful game,” I agree that hockey is the fastest game on earth.
Baseball, though, trumps them all. In no other sport can you go from certain doom to certain victory with one second. A walk-off grandslam is the most thrilling of all possible moments in sports. Teams are expected to win with a three-run leads; even bad closers can get lots of saves (too many examples to name: hi there, Shawn Chacon! Jose Mesa, how are you doing?) But there’s a potential every time somebody comes up to the plate for something hugely exciting to happen. One of the greatest thrills of my sporting life was at a game at Comiskey Park in Chicago in 2005. A friend and I were sitting behind home plate (yeah, he’s pretty sweet like that sometimes) and we were watching the Indians play the Sox. It was Kevin Millwood’s 9 wins, but it was won by Pronk. He walked up to the plate, and I just KNEW Bobby Jenks was doomed. And sure enough he was. I was the only real Tribe fan in the whole park, and I was as happy as I’ve ever been in my entire life. The rest of the stadium seemed to melt away; I was the king of the world.
There are few other moments in my life that made my hair stand on end. The finish of OSU’s win over Miami in 2003 (Triple FUCKING OT). Patrick Roy’s jersey being retired by Colorado. John Cena’s return at the 2008 Royal Rumble. RVD showing up at Monday Night RAW’s 15th anniversary show. Ric Flair’s retirement speech on RAW after Wrestlemania XXIV. The Giants winning the Super Bowl. The Red Sox winning the 2004 World Series (I watched every game of that ALCS; it felt tremendous to watch the Yankees choke). The Indians winning the ALDS last year by beating the Yankees and Joba Chamberlain. But with baseball, there’s always the potential for something special. Every single night, even the Royals vs. the PIrates. And no other sport can say that. Not even sports entertainment.