Itís the final stop, the last objective, the big show. Itís where thoughts born in backyards are finally understand, where the fences are Farther. The grandstands are better. And the attention is brighter. Itís where thieves run faster, pitchers throw harder and the sluggers go deeper. Where the bats are bigger, the spikes are sharper and the comebacks are harder to swallow. Itís where home runs are ruthian and fastballs catch fire. Itís where a monster lurks in left, where bombers terrorize the night, and where the confines arenít always so friendly. Itís the bigs.