Then came the bottom of the seventh inning, a moment that will forever be recounted in Lexington baseball lore. With the score still deadlocked and the tension almost unbearable, Roman Keith stepped up to the plate. The crowd collectively held its breath, the rhythmic thud of the beach balls silenced, replaced by a singular, focused hum of anticipation. Keith, known for his clutch hitting, took a deep breath, eyes locked on the pitcher. The first pitch was a blur, a fastball that whizzed by for a strike. The second, a breaking ball, was fouled off. With two strikes, the stadium went utterly silent, every fan willing the ball to find the sweet spot of Keith’s bat.