Come On America!

I heard today the World Series is not being watched with the same amount of interest as it has in the past when the New York Yankees or Boston Red Sox are in the Fall Classic and that makes me weep a little on the inside.  I know I am biased because it is my hometown favorite Texas Rangers competing for a championship, but through four games we have had some very exciting, and differing, ball games.
Game Two of the series is one for the ages as defensively we saw Elvis Andrus make a dive, scoop for an out that could be highlighted in 50 years as one of the most impressive feats of baseball ever in a World Series (notice I said "one of the most" and not "the most" because it is still fresh in our minds; I will let time decide where it falls in the annals of World Series history).  This game was also decided in the final inning when the Rangers, down 1-0 going into the ninth, set up a extremely close steal by Ian Kinsler, clutch hit from Andrus that sent Kinsler to third and eventually got Andrus to second with some heads-up baserunning, and two sacrifice fly balls to take the lead from Josh Hamilton, who is already dealing with a possible sports hearnia, and Michael Young.
Game Three was a stereotypical Ballpark in Arlington affair with multiple home runs and high scores.  It became almost absurd as Albert Pujols hit three homers of his own.
Game Four was the polar opposite of its predeccesor as only one long ball was driven out of the park and instead the night was a time for young, tiny-mustachioed Rangers pitcher Derek Holland to become a man as his baseball father Ron Washington sent his little boy to the mound for 8 1/3 innings of scoreless baseball.
Who knows what games five and six, and possibly a seventh, will bring, but what we do know is it will be highly improbable to match the drama thus far this World Series has already delivered.  Here is to hoping for the highly improbable.