Mariano Rivera was on the mound, seemingly stuck in his familiar October cruise control. Protecting a slim 4-3 lead, the result was never in doubt. All that remained revolved around how the New York Yankees would sweep away those pathetic, gutless, never get it done when it counts Boston Red Sox. (And you better believe their own fans concurred.)
Then, suddenly, all hell broke loose. The world tun on its head.
Kevin Millar walked, Dave Roberts swiped second and Bill Mueller knocked the now-Los Angeles Dodgers manager home. The magical moment Boston had waited 86 years for unfolded before its very eyes.