Manny dug in and took his practice at bats, while men clutched their hearts and kept a firm grip upon their Dodger blue hats.
A lumbering swing was meant with strike one, could the great Manny really be done?
Despair filled the crowd as the umpire shouted out, strike two! But the faithful remained and the small grin revealed what they knew.
For Manny is at his best when his back is to the wall, one only has to remember how he preformed at Fenway in the Fall.
As the count drew full and the crowd rose to it's feet, the crisp white uniform bearing 99 shimmered in the heat
With one giant swing the mighty Manny did go deep, creating memories for me and my father to keep.
The crowd rose in unison to chant and cheer and Manny tipped his hat and raised an ovation for all to hear.
As children danced and strangers slapped fives, I took a moment to be thankful for this blessing in our lives.
To be a season ticket holder and share a season in the sun with my brother, a truly sublime dream has come true that is unlike any other.
For there is joy tonight in Dodgertown for those of us who bleed Dodger blue, we could of told you all along that the great Manny is not through.
So tonight say your prayers to the great Dodger in the sky, for the season is just beginning and Manny will make that ball fly.