It's the bottom of the ninth with two outs in a tie game with the home team at Bat.

The count is full as once more the pitcher winds up and delivers. With a resounding crack, the bat meets the ball,

launching it skyward against the backdrop of a blue cloudless expanse.

The crowd rises to its feet, Cracker Jack and Soda spilling, all eyes fixated on the ball high in the air,

arcing through the atmosphere. Outfielders spring into action, sprinting towards the fences in a fuel pursuit to

snag it. But it's gone, clearing the fence and an outstretched glove with mere

inches to spare. A beaming spectator, surprised and delighted,

catches the ball in his bare hands and raises it in triumph.

The outfielders ignore him,

pivoting back to the field only to watch as the batter laps the bases in all his glory,

all the way home where he leaps into the arms of his converged teammates, showering him with

congratulatory hugs, high fives, and a cooler of Gatoraid.

It's a walk-off Homer, the winning hit.

It's the love of the crowd, the smiles of children, the music of celebration.

It's the pinnacle that so many youngsters can only dream of

here in the grown-up game of Major League Baseball. Hey everybody, Don Wildman here.

We have a fun episode today about the game so many of us truly love. Thanks for tuning us in.

Major League Baseball is one of those rare commodities pervade and enjoyed in different packages.

Watch it live at the stadium amidst the green-green grass, on television, on your couch, or on the

car radio and traffic, or these days you can sneak a look on your phone when you're supposed to be paying attention elsewhere.

For six months, April to October, nearly every day.

Our teams are out there on the fields and in the dugouts for hours trying to win in a relentless

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