Doesn't a walk-off home run from Big Papi just feel better? Don't get me wrong. I'll take a walk-off from any of our guys on a steamy August night at Fenway. But there's just something about seeing that stoic profile as it turns to chart the ball's trajectory. Those meat-eater arms rising up into the night sky. That oversized body thumping around the bases like the Hulk navigating a minefield. The fans in the seats going apeshit and the players crowding around the plate. S...