This Series was popular for good reasons: two well known cities and fanbases with long traditions; good teams well matched; classic stories of villainy (Machado), redemption (Price), and the Man Who Came To Town (Puig), to say nothing of a fall from grace (Kershaw, Roberts).
That's an easy sell.
Then, add on some interesting baseball games. You could argue (persuasively) that Friday was more like an overlong war movie directed by some avant garde type, but it was tremendous: the heroic nature of Eovaldi's performance will stay with baseball fans for a long time. Kinsler's error threatened to place him beside Buckner in the annals of Boston Gloom. And then Muncy sending home an exhausted but game crowd, while the East Coast diehards stayed up 'til four, watching their souls get crushed in slow motion.
And that was just Game 3.
Game 4 was tremendous - and when we tied it in the 8th, I turned to my wife and said "we have this. I don't know how, but somehow we're going to win." Cue Devers, Pearce, Kelly. These guys are straight out of central casting.
People complained about 'the new baseball,' but every at-bat was incredibly contested. The plays and decisions mattered.
It was compelling baseball.