I have way too many happy Prince Fielder memories to ever choose one favorite, but I'll post this one because it turned out to be my favorite game of 2010:
Down by three going into the bottom of the ninth. The first batter is out, then the rest of the way is Kottaras BB, Joe Inglett HR (!), Rickie gets on, Corey gets on, and Prince hits a low rocket at just the right angle to take a weird carom off the RF wall, allowing Corey just enough time to score. We were so happy that night, despite the overall meaninglessness of that game. This morning on our bus, an older woman (older than me) wanted to make sure we noticed she was wearing a Fielder shirsey today, in tribute to the big guy. Usually she's in typical office-work clothing with her white hair in a bun, reading. So that's cool. Best wishes to the Prince. Heir to the throne, baby.