Immaculata Mighty Macs (really?) FTW! Could’ve used a little Carlton Fisk waving action while waiting to see if it stayed fair. Can’t win ‘em all. But you know what? Good for Howie. There’s no greater feeling in the universe than hitting the walk off home run. It doesn’t matter if it’s Game 7 of the World Series or backyard wiffle ball. For a brief dozen or so seconds the only thing higher than you is God. So let this kid have his strut in the sun for the D-III Mighty Macs. Because, dammit, it’s all downhill from here. Especially when you go to a college that I keep forgetting isn’t an all girls school anymore.