The Fallout Continues
Pokey Reese's catch is quickly becoming "THE Catch".
His teammates are still incredulous:
"I was already trying to figure out what bases the runners were going to end up on and what situation that would leave us in," Boston general manager Theo Epstein said.
"You know what, I didn't see it, because when it was about halfway there I'm looking down at my card for the next hitter," Red Sox manager Terry Francona said. "I just glanced down because I knew it was in the gap. ... It was just a hit. Then it wasn't a hit."
..."That ball is a for sure hit, I mean, probably a double, and he just kept elevating, elevating, elevating," Kevin Millar said. (Official Site)
Iain felt it all the way across the Atlantic Ocean:
it was in a miserable state of mind tha I fired up my computer this morning, only to have my day saved by Boston's Pokey Reese, who somehow transformed himself into Michael Jordan to rob the Dodgers' Dave Roberts of a hit at Fenway last night.
I don't think I've ever been around to witness this process, the mechanism by which a moment solidifies in the collective memory. It's been neat to watch the way Pokey's Catch is taking its place among the choicest Fenway moments.
In that alternate dimension, the leapfrogging Pokey is now taking flight between first and second even as Fisk waves the ball fair and Roger winds and delivers. It's one of those moments that goes on forever. I'm glad I was around to see it all happen--not only the moment, but its enshrinement, too.