Isn’t this it?
Isn’t this the very electric moment we fantasized about? The one we practiced for in our bedrooms, our bathrooms, in the park, at the playground and on the sandlots?
Before our fat fists could wrap around a real bat, we clutched a broom handle and swung it in slow-mo, just like our favorite player. We practiced the pose we saw so many times on the baseball card and mimicked the stance, the swing and the way he spat. We mimicked the way he grabbed his hat and pinched his privates.