When Babe Called the Shots

Indelible confidence

carried him to the plate, eyes

gunning down the center field

bleachers. Through a chorus of

boos, he lifted a silent

finger, motioning toward a

spot beyond the furthest wall

of Wrigley. His prophecy

spelled swift vindication, as

if every prior pitch hurled

his way was to culminate

with a final, mighty swing,

completing the poetic

tale of The Great Bambino.