Johnny Dickshot wrote: Johnny Dickshot wrote: I'll always remember the Marlon Anderson game. I should add though, I remember it almost as much as The Cliff Floyd Game. A game's ID is helped enormously if a bit or relatively obscure player or opponent is the protagonist. I'm thinking there were a number of Cliff Floyd games in 2005, certainly amid his entire Met tenure (aside: hearing him with Eddie C. in Thursday's pregame reminded me why I loved him; few ballplayers are as self-aware). Just as there are many Carlos Delgado games to date. To use the three examples of four-run, ninth-inning comebacks and the process one gives to naming them: Steve Henderson: No question who owns this memory. In 1980 I would have said "but there are a lot of Steve Henderson games," but hindsight makes it pretty clear that there's to be no confusion that June 14, 1980 is the one we're talking about. Carl Everett: Bernard Gilkey made it a win on September 13, 1997, but I will always remember it as Everett's doing that it got that far (sort of like Floyd winning it but Anderson tying it). A tip of the hat to Roberto Petagine for keeping it going, but a grand slam with two out after it was 6-0 and 6-2? No, it's Carl's. Olerud/Schilling: A tougher call from May 23, 1999. Johnny was the hero, no doubt, but what set this apart was the Philadelphia ace staying in for the duration. There seemed to be no question that he wasn't coming out. No closer on call. Or as I yelled to my cats while on the couch and absorbing the sudden turn of fortune: "I HATE THAT GUY!" I didn't even know I did until that moment. The other image is Cedeno having himself an air fight after crossing home plate ("take that, AIR!"). Oly of course had a few big hits in his time. Now THAT'S a game that gets lost in the shuffle of bigger things that came later. But to that moment it felt like the greatest comeback ever that wasn't the other two or from October '86. Yesterday will probably go down in my mind as the Cubs game, which doesn't sound right but seems accurate enough. Not to be confused with the Victor Diaz game (which has always been more Diaz than Brazell to me; sorry Craig) or anything from the distant past of Don Young and Jimmy Qualls. I've still got chills from yesterday, I tell you what. Not to repeat myself from FAFIF, but you fantasize about endings like that. Not that I haven't had the good fortune of bearing witness to a few onsite (Mora, Pratt, Piazza and the nine runs that preceded him), but there is something time-bomb explosive about an unexpected ninth-inning comeback. It retrospect, it seems inevitable. It wasn't a true meltdown from Dempster in my eyes, a la what Wagner experienced a year ago this weekend (heaven forefend a repeat). The Mets just kind of said, all right, let's go win this thing. Presumptuous but that's my takeaway. No wonder Ron Santo hates this place so much: http://chicagosports.chicagotribune.com/cs-cubsbits17may17,1,804647.story