I catch plenty of shit for saying this, but you are one of my heroes. What you did last year, the way you made me a believer, the way you channeled some otherworldly force onto the mound on those nights, the way you let me be six years old again and so awed by my team, and baseball itself, is beyond thanks, is beyond my words, no matter how many times I try to make them fit.
Are we asking too much, of you, and of the baseball gods, to ask that you do it again?
After tonight, Curt, I don't think I need to tell you that we need it. We need you to find yourself, quickly, and return to form, even if for only one afternoon. You have to know that this is a watershed. What happens today could influence the entire year's work that has come before and will come after.
This is what you thrive on--this exact scenario, in which we turn lonely eyes to you. All I can say to you is: please do it. Again. Please take our worry, this time as last time, and hand us back that sweet belief.
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