That is how marginal the difference between a home run and a laughingstock-whiff actually is. Had the blocking showed up like it does in most weak el nino seasons, the 1969 analog would have nailed it. But miss one index, and it all goes into the toilet.
Its actually part of the reason I love doing it, along with my obsession with snow....the high stakes and razor thin margin of error is so captivating. Much like sports...last season was a SB loss coupled with an outlook win, and this year is vice versa. 2015 was just complete ecstasy in a clean sweep.