I've got nothing left.

Yeah, you do. You've got one strike left.

[turns to the dugout, Roger walks out flapping his arms like an angel's wings flying]

You've got an angel with you right now... just got here, and he's going to help.

The kid sees an angel?

Yeah, he must. That's the signal.

[gradually all the players and the crowd, even those in the office and the broadcast booth (minus Ranch Wilder) starts standing up and flapping their arms, together] [moved by seeing the crowd]

It could happen.

Okay.

[laughs]

Go get 'em for the championship!