These are the very best seasons, the ones that take us by surprise.
The hallowed 1967 season, the one younger generations are probably sick of hearing about from us elders to the point of nausea, was such a season. We may have had a little early warning in the form of a fairly decent second half of the 1966 season, but nobody was prepared for the exquisite adventure that was the 1967 pennant race. Actually being part of the pennant race was a thrill in and of itself. It had been a decade and a half without meaningful September games.