It's the bottom of the ninth, and the bases are loaded with hardship in the lead by 1. A packed house tonight, on this cold and unforgiving Thursday complete with dark eruptive skies. Each seat filled with everything from the blinding glare of a photographer's camera to the deafening bark of a dedicated fan. Seems more like a slaughter house than a sports event if you ask me. With tension as thin as a blade, it certainly feels that way. Prosperity is up to bat with a game face ready for war and not only the weight of the world on his back, but with a chance to take this game out of peril. The question is CAN HE DO IT FOLKS? Hardship throws a devastating curve to home. All eyes are drawn on the batter's final swing as it pierces through the air with every last ounce of strength and misses the curvaceous throw of victory.

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