“Let’s go, Manny!” I yell at the top of my lungs as my favorite player – Manny Machado – steps up to bat. My eyes dart back and forth between his bat and the pitcher’s glove, the leather almost entirely concealing the ball. In an instant, the ball is in midair; Manny whacks it past the third baseman, allowing Mark Trumbo – my second favorite player – to slide into home plate. The crowd goes ballistic, and I high five the fans...