Of course we all wanted it.
Everyone in the building wanted it.
He must have wanted it, so badly: Julio Rodríguez, striding to the plate in the bottom of the ninth inning with the game on the line, two outs, one on, and the AL down a run. It’s the kind of thing you dream about as a kid in the backyard. It’s the kind of thing a fan doesn’t know they dream of until the scenario unfolds itself before one’s very eyes, as beautiful and improbable as a butterfly unfurling its new wings.
It was set up to be magical, storybook, the kind of highlight that would play on a loop in T-Mobile Park until the building crumbles into the sea.