From Jayson Stark's ESPN.com piece:
Jonathan Broxton's theoretically unhittable smokeball came roaring toward home plate at 98.8 miles per hour. Jimmy Rollins' bat flashed.
And as that bat met that baseball, everything you thought you knew about this National League Championship Series was about to become instantly defunct.
It all changed the moment that baseball began floating toward that patch of grass in distant right-center field where no one in a Dodgers cap was going to catch it.
It all changed as the two most unlikely track stars in town, Eric Bruntlett and Carlos Ruiz, began pumping around the bases.
It all changed as Rollins sprinted around first, stomped on the second-base bag and shook his fist till the mob scene engulfed him.
It all unfolded in a matter of seconds. But once the meaning of it all sank in, you began to realize what you'd just witnessed:
Namely, an October baseball game that is going to be talked about for the rest of our lifetimes.