The Kansas City Royals game is all tied up in the bottom of the ninth and the bases are loaded. You hear the radio broadcaster say “Escobar is now walking up to the plate. We have seen this same situation before folks.” You can hear your dad whisper to himself “Alright we got this one.”
In your head you think “Come on Esky, just do what you keep on doing.” And sure enough, he rips a liner down the third base line and a runner scores. You and your dad rejoice and jump up for joy, yelling and screaming at the top of your lungs, while your mother tells you guys to keep it down.