See, that's the weird thing about probability and chaos—and, by extension, baseball. There's always a chance, however small, to see something rare and special; to watch an electron tunnel through a barrier, or a particle burst into existence, or a player bat a home run off a position player nearly six hours after their game had begun. On any given night, by the nature of the beast, those .32 percent odds might just return a 1.
Sunset Over Ithaca 