Baseball is a cruel, cruel sport.
Imagine pouring your blood, sweat, and tears into a game for three hours, scraping and clawing and fighting to eke out a lead against one of the top pitchers in the major leagues, overcoming every potential pitfall to come ever so close to an exhilarating victory in a hostile environment.
And then — boom. At the last possible second, a noted Guy Who Hits Mammoth Dingers comes up and is like, “I think I’ll hit a mammoth dinger!” And with one simple flick of his bat, everything you’ve worked so hard for has instantly vanished, leaving behind nothing but dashed dreams and a hundred what-ifs.