This is a TV promo, and this is your last chance to strap yourself in.

Because the next time your favorite team takes the field, the team's ace is going to be taking the mound. The guy on your team people from other states know.

The ace. The guy who can throw fireballs and baseballs that dart about like butterflies and baseballs that start at the batter's eye line and auger ten feet underground.

He's the guy who looks like his giant streetlight poster, and is actually taller than he appears on the Jumbotron.

Every damn time he takes the field he gets a win, a standing ovation, and his own montage of strikeouts on TV. He hauls his team to the playoffs.

Playoffs. He makes them exist.

How long till we have one on OUR side?