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Rivera hit Counsell. Bases loaded.
Gonzalez choked up and fought the ball off over the heads of the infield. Absolutely stunning artistry for the last sentence of a storybook series.
And I wouldn't have known or understood any of this, or shared any of this divine madness with my family and neighbors, if it wasn't for this team for which I cared nothing one year earlier.
We jumped, hugged and high-fived. Fireworks shot off in the neighborhood. For the first time in her life, my wife opened the front door and hollered into the night like a banshee.
Thank you, Diamondbacks. Your wicked sense of drama made for great fun and helped a big city of people from somewhere else come together as a hometown.
"I think I've seen a lot for a 9-year-old," my son said as he got ready for bed. "I've seen the Millennium, a war and now, I've seen the Diamondbacks win a World Series."