I had the craziest thought driving home from the A's latest miraculous wave of their walk-off wands Wednesday night. They are nine wins away from becoming the most improbable championship story in the history of baseball.
And the Giants? They're nine wins away, too, from repeating their incredible postseason run of two years ago, one perhaps only slightly less improbable based on this nutty Lincecum-in-relief route they're taking in 2012.
You can't help but feel these two teams may be on a glorious collision course, and after what occurred Wednesday, you also can't help but yearn for it. We are taught as reporters to be coldly objective, but these two clubs tug at your baseball soul. As the backup beat writer for both teams, I'm in a pretty unique spot -- I have an insider's good grip on what both of these teams are made of. It's stern, heady stuff and we saw it in full flower as both teams forced deciding games in their respective division series after falling behind 0-2.
Forget territorial rights. We're all one big territory of baseball bliss at the moment. Wednesday was great. Thursday, these two teams could turn the volume to 11.
The Giants, seemingly dead, suddenly have the Reds feeling a lump in their throats. The A's, cheered on by disenfranchised fan base that finally couldn't resist getting on board with this inspiring band of rookies and rejects, just keep defying the odds and making the '69 Miracle Mets look like rank amateurs. The Tigers have to be scared out of their stripes.
It feels like 1989 all over again, and yet it doesn't. I was there in 1989, and I never felt the raw, emotional charge these two teams are delivering the Bay Area. The '89 A's were a juggernaut and everybody knew it, the Giants of that year a very good team that didn't have the almost religious cult following this one does.
Yes, it could all end today, and we'd feel sufficiently enriched. Or this could keep going, continuing to boggle our minds, and we could ultimately right the wrong of '89 -- a horrible, lopsided Bay Bridge World Series interrupted by a tragic earthquake.
I like to think the baseball gods want to give a second chance to do it right this time. For my part, consider this my official prayer to them -- nine wins from nirvana for somebody, but only five from a Bay Area sports showdown for all time. I'd like to order the latter, please, and take it from there.