Wow, what a crazy World Series we just experienced. It had everything: ups and downs, drama, joyous moments and tragedy.

It reminded me of a mystery murder movie where just as you think you’ve figured out who the killer is, the plotline thickens and changes your mind.

Going into the World Series and knowing the Astros had the best home record in the MLB, I figured there was no way they were going to lose the series opener at home. But they did. Then I figured there was no way they would lost the second game at home and go to Washington down 2-0 in the series. But they did.

At that point, I didn’t think the Astros would get swept but I figured they would take one of the next three games. The first of those three games in D.C. obviously went to the Astros, making me think, ‘OK, they avoided the sweep. The Nationals are going to finish it off in five games. That was obviously not the case as the Astros took the next three games on the road to take a 3-2 lead.

Surely the momentum was on the Astros’ side and they would carry that momentum back home and win the Commissioner’s Trophy in game six. That was an easy assumption to make, but that’s obviously not what happened. The Nationals stole game six and the momentum and for the first time in any of the three major sports that have best-of-seven-game series, the road team had won the first six.

Going into that seventh game, I now had no idea what to think. My gut feeling had been wrong pretty much every time so perhaps I should go against my gut feeling, but I no longer knew what my gut was telling me other than it was hungry. The series had already been full of surprises, so I could easily see the Astros breaking the streak of six straight home wins but at the same time, after seeing the Nationals dominate in game six, it seemed like the momentum was on their side.

Houston took an early 2-0 lead but if there’s one thing we learned from this year’s World Series, it’s that you can’t be too comfortable leading by two runs. That proved to be the case yet again as the Nationals’ bats got hot and jumped out in top to win game seven.

I was asking myself out loud during that final game why the Astros weren’t putting Gerrit Cole on the mound, but truth is, Cole wasn’t going to score runs for the Astros and Houston’s bats were only able to bring in two runs all game. You just can’t do that in game seven of the World Series.

Even though I would have rather watched the Texas Rangers make a deep run, I enjoyed watching the MLB postseason a great deal. Also because of the fact that the Rangers didn’t even come close to making the playoffs, I have no room to give a hard time to Astros fans, or fans of any other team for not winning the World Series, but I got to witness some pure baseball at its finest.

As I’ve said before, one of the reasons I chose sports journalism as a career is because I’ve always been able to find fascinating stories from watching games and teams. There was no luck of good stories in this year’s World Series.

It was a feel good story with Anthony Rendon’s return to Houston where he grew up and later attended Rice University in an effort to help the Nationals earn their first World Series title in franchise history. It was also neat seeing Juan Soto have the success he had at such a young age, and homer at two different ages as he turned 21 during the World Series. I can’t help but find it funny that the Nationals won their first World Series without the help of Bryce Harper.

There were several great storylines with the Astros as well, including their already-incredible pitching staff before adding Zack Greinke to the mix in the final minutes before the trade deadline. Also, it’s hard not to like Jose Altuve who looks like a kid on the field, not just because of his height but his energy and excitement.

At any rate, from a baseball standpoint and not factoring in any rooting interests, I’d say the World Series didn’t let down and was one for the record books.