Cliched.

It's a cheesy sports movie: The kid is not big enough, not fast enough, not good enough to play baseball; he believes in himself but nobody else does. He keeps getting cut but keeps coming back. Why? Tenacity? Love of the game? A combination of the two? Finally, someone gives him a chance and in the climax of the film, he hits a grand slam on the first pitch he ever sees in the majors. It's the sort of ending that you roll your eyes at because, well, that sort of thing never happens. Me? I spent the rest of the game grinning like a moron because I'm a sucker for a good story.

Plus, he seems like a good guy (boring taste in women) but a nice guy, nonetheless. And as he said, "Dream come true, for sure."