They’ll play it in perpetuity, whenever Atlantans assemble to remember the good times. They’ll play it in the reel with David Justice’s game-winner and Sid Bream’s slide. They’ll play it with the peace of knowing that, unlike so many moments of hope in their city’s tortured sports history, it did not come undone in the aftermath.

What they’ll see is Jorge Soler, dropping his bat, turning to his teammates and smacking his chest as the ball he’d just belted sailed over the railroad tracks that line Minute Maid Park’s outermost edge. They’ll watch that indelible image from World Series Game 6 and know it was the night that the Braves’ 7-0 victory over the Astros completed one of the most spectacular late-season surges in baseball history.