“The Tigers are down to their last out. Here's Warren Morris, second baseman. Has no home runs this year, but he's capable of getting one up in the air.
“Here's Robbie Morrison's pitch. Swing and a long drive! Back goes the right fielder. Back, back. And it's ...
“Just short. That's your ballgame. Miami players are dogpiling on the mound. The Hurricanes are national champs.
“Man, alive. How did that ball stay in?”
That didn't happen and thank goodness. No offense to Miami. But that was a classic College World Series moment, a story you never get tired of telling, the type of iconic play that gives this event definition and color.
If that 1996 CWS championship game was played in TD Ameritrade Park, Morris is the last out, a footnote in history, not one of the legends of June.
And nobody outside of Coral Gables, Fla., remembers anything about that CWS.
I'm a sports columnist. I live for those moments. And I believe those plays, and the legends they create, should always live at the CWS.
The CWS is about a lot of things, and one of them is hope. The possibility that a team can come back with one swing of the bat. The idea that you, the fan, might see something that will take your breath away.