 Bottom of the seventh inning in this regional championship. Winning team goes to Williamsport. They're in the World Series. Washington DC is throwing a combined, no-hitter first batter for Pennsylvania. Lofts one into left field. Another easy out for them. Next batter steps up. He's tall. He's got long legs. Pitcher doesn't want to pitch to him. That means he's good. Outside, outside, outside, high. Ball four. So that is the winning run on first base. Still no hits allowed for DC. Oh, the camera goes out. So now we're just gonna watch the whole game from behind home plate. Next batter puts one in play. Easy pop out to the second baseman. Nice and smooth. One out away from going into extras. Someone's gotta get it eventually. Here comes the big lefty. Number 12 for Pennsylvania. First pitch all over it. But pulls it foul, strike one. Next pitch, same exact thing. Coach says, hey, straighten it out. Go the other way. Goes the other way on the third pitch too far. Foul. All right, find the middle. Coach says, boom, hammers it over the fence from being no hit to hitting a walk-off home run. Dad holds the ball up with joy. Look at him. Look at him round and third. What a hero. Going into the World Series, all the kids are so excited there. Celebrations here, had me misty-eyed. It's just so pure. Look at number 11, just fist pump, spinning, fist pump, spinning, screaming, hairs in his eyes. He loves that. Looks cool. Another spin, another fist pump. Damn, getting after it. Coach, so excited, flexes on him. Flexes all over him. Then I like this kid, just getting in his face. Oh, big hug. Love you, buddy. So proud of you. Let's go to Williamsport.