Chills and Goosebumps are Back in Baseball!

I remember it like it was yesterday.  Sitting on the edge of my Laz-y-Boy, my snack forgotten on the coffee table, and my eyes riveted to the little black-and-white TV with goosebumps all over my arms and a thrilling chill running down my spine.  It's 1984, and I'm watching Jack Morris working the last out of his no-hitter.  As he gets the last out, the feeling that overwhelms me is the essence of why I love baseball.  What being a fan is all about. 
Sadly, that feeling is sorely lacking in today's baseball.  Due to commercialization, free agency, media saturation, and a number of less obvious factors, baseball rarely manages to elicit that chill of excitement in me anymore.
Gladly, I felt it again the other night watching Josh Hamilton belt 28 balls out of the park in The House That Ruth Built. 
You're probably familiar with the story: Hamilton is drafted number one as a rising star, then loses control of his addictions and ends up losing three years of his career to a suspension.  Coming back, he shows his potential is still there, but has his partial season hampered by injury.  Then, this season, he suddenly emerges as an All Star, and gets his invite to the game and the Home Run Derby that precedes it.  No, he doesn't win the derby.  But, in the first round, he DESTROYS his competition, bringing the crowd to its feet, chanting his name as he pounds out 16 in a row, 28 in all before he's done.  As far as the fans were concerned, Josh Hamilton won the derby right there.
Here's a guy who can still bring the old goosebumps out on this long-time fan.  And in this over-commercialized, post-steroid, Bonds-Selig-Clemens era, that feels pretty damn good.