...Something great can happen and that's why we watch sports.
Today at Wimbledon, something great did happen. Rafael Nadal, the Red Sox to Roger Federer's Yankees, defeated the five-time defending champ in what could possibly be the greatest finals match of all time, 6-4, 6-4, 6-7 (5), 6-7 (8), 9-7. John MacEnroe sure thought it was. Nadal and Federer both showed great courage and determination, and the level of play was brilliant, the shot-making suburb, the drama palpable.
It reminded me of something Carlton Fisk once told Tom Boswell about being on deck with Yaz up in the ninth at the end of the playoff game of '78 between the Yanks and Sox:
I was in the on-deck circle, just like I was when Yaz flew out to end the '75 Series. You know, they should have stopped the game right then and said, 'Okay, that's it. The season is over. You're both world champions. We can't decide between you, and neither of you should have to lose.'
Nadal and Federer elevated the game today. Remarkable.