maumann
Well-Known Member
Old man yelling at clouds but nobody alive right now can definitively say 2025 was the "greatest" anything. It's recency bias.
Was it one of the best I can recall? Most definitely. And if you want to say "best I've ever seen since I started watching baseball," that's perfectly OK. You just haven't been watching baseball very long.
But just in my lifetime the "postseason" consisted mainly of the World Series (and then one round of playoffs), so you've got Mazeroski's homer in 1960, Bobby Richardson snagging Willie McCovey's liner in 1962, Jim Northrup's triple over Curt Flood's head in 1968, the Mets upsetting the heavily-favored Orioles in 1969, Red Sox-Reds in 1975, Willie Stargell in 1979, Red Sox-Mets in 1986, the Reds shocking the A's in 1990, Jack Morris pitching his ass off against the Braves in 1991, the Marlins denying Cleveland in 1997, Mariano Rivera blowing a two-run lead against the D-backs in 2001 and on and on ...
I didn't see Christy Mathewson or Pete Alexander or Walter Johnson or the Gas House Gang or Enos Slaughter or Johnny Podres but 1924, 1925 and 1926 have to be right up there in terms of nail-biting Game 7s.
What 2025 did was destroy the whole "baseball is dying" myth that talking heads have been parroting. It's still a game that for all its flaws and warts, can mesmerize you at the most opportune time. And break your heart for an entire winter, if not the rest of your life.
Baseball fans will be talking about Ohtani and Yamamoto and Miguel Rojas and Will Smith as long as baseball exists. That's the beauty of the game.
Was it one of the best I can recall? Most definitely. And if you want to say "best I've ever seen since I started watching baseball," that's perfectly OK. You just haven't been watching baseball very long.
But just in my lifetime the "postseason" consisted mainly of the World Series (and then one round of playoffs), so you've got Mazeroski's homer in 1960, Bobby Richardson snagging Willie McCovey's liner in 1962, Jim Northrup's triple over Curt Flood's head in 1968, the Mets upsetting the heavily-favored Orioles in 1969, Red Sox-Reds in 1975, Willie Stargell in 1979, Red Sox-Mets in 1986, the Reds shocking the A's in 1990, Jack Morris pitching his ass off against the Braves in 1991, the Marlins denying Cleveland in 1997, Mariano Rivera blowing a two-run lead against the D-backs in 2001 and on and on ...
I didn't see Christy Mathewson or Pete Alexander or Walter Johnson or the Gas House Gang or Enos Slaughter or Johnny Podres but 1924, 1925 and 1926 have to be right up there in terms of nail-biting Game 7s.
What 2025 did was destroy the whole "baseball is dying" myth that talking heads have been parroting. It's still a game that for all its flaws and warts, can mesmerize you at the most opportune time. And break your heart for an entire winter, if not the rest of your life.
Baseball fans will be talking about Ohtani and Yamamoto and Miguel Rojas and Will Smith as long as baseball exists. That's the beauty of the game.