Josh Bell had the green light. All 6-foot-4 and 235 pounds of him rumbled down the third-base line towards the plate with the potential tying run as the Father's Day crowd collectively rose to its feet.
Perhaps in another era -- OK, four years ago -- Bell might have just bowled over Curt Casali and jarred the ball out of the Reds catcher's mitt like Cincinnati's former favorite son, Pete Rose, used to do.
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