The White Sox are currently doing a swan dive.

The ChiSox have quite a ways to go to equal the Red Sox and Braves face plants from '11.

It shows how wild that day was that it seems to overshadow last year's game 6.

That night completely sucked. What a stupid article.

I know this got addressed in the intro but...best night ever my ass.

Some thoughts from a Sox fan. It really was a great night and one I'd kill to experience after this horseshit season. Someone asked in a game chatter late in the year last year why I (and a few others) would get so worked up, that we couldn't be enjoying it that way. For me the emotional swings that result in me being so pissed off are also what make the great moments so delightfully sweet. I've seen the Sox eliminated in late-September and beyond many times and the cooling temperatures and smell of fall always make me think "meaningful baseball" and I haven't had that this year. Being a Sox fan is generally a lucky experience, for my 42 years on this planet they have generally been competitive at worst so we can't gripe too much but it doesn't make it easier to handle.

As for last season, I really had lost all hope heading into the Yankee series the weekend before (last year's Friday). The Sox had blown their chance against the Orioles losing 5 of 7 and I wasn't feeling good. I'll always remember Joe Maddon yanking his starter after falling behind 2-0 after the first on Saturday against Toronto and the Rays coming back to win a killer game. The Sox got a win on Sunday night when Ellsbury hit a 3 run shot in the 14th but still I wasn't feeling good.

Coming into Game 162 I felt that the Sox needed a miracle. There was no way the Sox could win two in a row I felt (since they hadn't all month) and we needed the Yankees B-squad to beat Tampa while we beat Baltimore. The Yankees were doing us a solid and blowing out Tampa while Lester was pitching a solid game but the Sox were blowing chances everywhere. They had a runner thrown out at the plate, Lavarnway who had homered twice the night before was overmatched and the Sox kept leaving base runners.

Then it rained.

I'll never forget them pulling the tarp out and the dread I felt. I know it had no effect but I desperately wanted that game to keep going. Instead, I had to content myself with doing laundry and cleaning my house, I was too nervous to watch the Tampa game even with the insurmountable Yankee lead. I was following on my phone and when I saw "in play, run(s)" I knew Longoria had hit a 3 run homer to cut the deficit to one run and I was equally certain the Bombers wouldn't hold the lead in the ninth. They got to a final strike but it was not to be and Dan Johnson hit a season saving homer. I was cooked at that moment. I knew Tampa would win and I knew that even if we held on we just couldn't get it done in Tampa on Thursday. Bard was cooked, Papelbon was hanging on by a thread and we were starting...no one knew, maybe trade pickup Bruce Chen? against someone certain to be better (Shields?).

You know what happened then. Paps blew the save, the Yanks blew a golden chance in the 14th and Longoria hit his homer ending the season. For what its worth I hold no ill will toward anyone from that night. There was no reason for the Yankees to use Rivera, I think Girardi could have lifted the pitcher that was blowing it in the 8th sooner (Ayala?) but Proctor or whoever wasn't that big an upgrade. As for the Orioles I admired them so much for the way they played. I'll never forget the final day of the 1990 season and the Sox battling an eliminated White Sox team on the last day of the season. The White Sox played with the same passion and fire and pushed the Sox to the brink before Brunansky's catch and the Orioles battled last year in the same way (ironically in '90 the Orioles beat the Blue Jays for us). I wish the Sox could show some of that fire in the next six days but really I just want to see a line drive off Bobby Valentine's nuts.

It really was a great night. I don't know if I'll ever be able to read a book about it but it was fantastic and gripping baseball. I was up until 3AM moping. About 1:30 I watched the final out/walk offs from the 16 LCS and WS wins of 2004 and 2007 on my computer which helped a bit. But man did it suck.

Sorry, this probably isn't of interest to anyone but I spent too long writing it (it actually felt good to put it down) to not submit, so...

From the article.

And believe it or not, it could be even better on Wednesday.

No, no it cannot. Regardless of team affiliation, there is not another night like that lined up for this year. Most of the races are decided, nobody has exhibited a miracalous comeback(Brewers are the closest) that is going to shock the world.

It shows how wild that day was that it seems to overshadow last year's game 6.

It is also interesting in how much it sort of foreshadowed the postseason and the 2012 season so far. I mean, just little things when you watch the video attached to the article that seem funny now: Freddy Freeman making the final out (when he hit the walkoff to clinch a spot for the Braves this season), Chris Carpenter throwing great, the Orioles (and the Red Sox, for that matter), Kris Medlen (temporarily) saving the day for the Braves...

A day so good they changed the rules in the off-season so we would never see another one like it.

Sorry, this probably isn't of interest to anyone but I spent too long writing it (it actually felt good to put it down) to not submit, so...

On the contrary. That was one of the best comments I've read on this site. Thank you for sharing.

...really I just want to see a line drive off Bobby Valentine's nuts.

Again, thanks for sharing.

I wish the Sox could show some of that fire in the next six days but really I just want to see a line drive off Bobby Valentine's nuts.

That's the problem. Tough to get hits when all the batters are trying to foul it toward the dugout.

My fondest memory of game 162 was actually the night before: the Rays turned a triple play when the Yankees had the bases loaded in the 6th inning. I couldn't find any indication of it in game 162 until I checked the b-ref play-by-play page for game 161, so that explains that mystery. I thought I was hallucinating, because that was awesome and I called it right as the ball was smoked to Longoria. The only way it could have been awesomer is if it had occurred the next night.

For this Sox fan (Who was at Camden last year) it wasn't baseballs greatest day ever but more my teams Waterloo (or, to be more historically accurate, Sayler's Creek)

A day so good they changed the rules in the off-season so we would never see another one like it.

they changed the rules so we would ALWAYS see another one like it

A day so good they changed the rules in the off-season so we would never see another one like it.

1993 called, it wants its talking points back.