It was the kind of swing that replays on television screens and in minds for the rest of the night, a sweet blend of bat meeting ball, the perfect timing of a gifted player using his God-given tools. Ken Griffey Jr. at his most sublime, driving a pitch to center field, a home run.Not only do you feel it for the rest of the night, sometimes a game like that stays with you into the next morning, the next day. I woke up with the excitement of that swing as strong as it was when I went to sleep last night (and a difficult time it was getting to sleep after that shot woke me up completely.)
Baseball - a more potent drug you will not find, the highest highs, the lowest lows, the sweetest sensations of joy and victory, the bitter taste of crushing defeat. Last night's game had it all, from David "Violent thunderstorm" Weather's second consecutive blown save to Junior's magic floating sphere.
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