A year is just an instant in baseball, but an inning is a long time ago, and before anyone could finish gulping or sighing, the World Series was on. If the New York Mets and Boston Red Sox take most of this week to realize where they are, it is because playoffs can hang in the air as improbably as homers off the bat of Lenny Dykstra or the glove of Dave Henderson, and neither the National nor American leagues had ever seen such playoffs.
Besides poetry, there was symmetry. Every dropped shoe seemed to have a mate. With the bases...
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