It begins, as it always does, with a dream. A kid grows up wanting to be a baseball player. He sleeps with his glove beneath his pillow, his bat next to his bed. His walls are adorned with posters of players; his drawers are filled with their baseball cards. He plays catch with his father, and no matter where he goes, the kid wears the cap of his favorite team. Sometimes that child will pretend to be a player on his favorite team, and always he's at the plate with the game tied in the bottom of the ninth with two strikes, three balls, two outs and... More >>>