He didn’t call the shot. But he sure as heck stood there and admired it.

Why wouldn’t he? How couldn’t he?

A walk-off home run for Josh Donaldson, gorgeously bracketing what was really a slop-ugly 10-9 win for Toronto over the White Sox — jacked it in the first, jacked it in the ninth.

Second walkoff yard for the Jays this season. Second walkoff yard for Donaldson this season.

And is he not the most majestic of Jays thus far this year, even on a night when — arguably — he was neck-and-neck in value with Jose Bautista.

One, Donaldson, scoring five runs. The other, Bautista, bringing in five runs.

Double pistons, in tandem for maybe the first time in 2015, what with Bautista restricted by his chronic sore shoulder and all.

His teammates pouring out of the dugout almost tore Donaldson limb from limb afterwards, in a good way, but settled for ripping his jersey to bits. “At that moment, I didn’t care.”

Soaked in his undershirt though and pounded with congratulations. “That’s the coolest part of it all, all your boys standing there at home plate, the crowd growing crazy. Everybody very exuberant because we just won the game and you were able to help accomplish that.”

Yet not half an hour later, he was strolling out of the showers in the clubhouse, as if there was nothing special about the occasion at all.

“In baseball you don’t want to ever get too high or get too low,” he explained. “So it’s one of those things where you enjoy it for the moment, enjoy the win, tomorrow’s a new day. Baseball’s a game that can humble you real quick. I think it was just three days ago I punched out four times in a game.”

Took some persistent reportorial nudging to get Donaldson to concede that yeah, okay, that was damn cool.

“I enjoyed the feeling that came off the bat, I’ll say that.”

And did stand there at the plate, watching that ball loft into the 100 Level, not so grand a parabola as the 200 Level arc from the first inning, but this fella bringing Jose Reyes and Josh Thole across the plate, on a 1-and-1 offering from big-ticket Chicago closer David Robertson, changing the lead for the sixth time in the game, this one for keeps.

“Magic,” marvelled manager John Gibbons.

“Some guys thrive for that moment. He’s got that mindset. He wants to be the guy. And he’s done it many times.” That’s five and counting, walkoff-wise, in the last two years; career, actually. “It’s hard to do. Pressure situations in baseball, the ability to come through . . . that’s what separates a lot of guys, gets the reputation as clutch players.

“He’s got a different mentality. He wants to be up with the game on the line. He wants the ground ball with the game on the line. That’s just the way he is.”

The way he was Tuesday night: four hits in four at-bats with a walk, five runs, two homers. His second four-hit game of the season, leading the team in multi-hit games with 18.

Exactly as advertised, when acquired by GM Alex Anthopoulos in a trade with the A’s over the winter.

And Gibbons was correct-O. Donaldson aches to be that guy, clutch-worthy.

“I would like to say that (I am). Any time I can try to help the team win, I will try to do that. Winning is the most important thing. Today I was able to help achieve that.”

Ah come on, Josh, gotta be super-sweet, something to relive and savor while dropping off to bed, surely?

“It’s definitely up there.

“But it wasn’t just myself. Thole had a great at-bat to lead off the ninth inning.” Thole had, goodness, three hits on the night, surpassing the two he came into the game with on the season. “Reyes, another great piece of hitting. They put me in a position to help the team win and I was able to capitalize.”

He’d swung through a fastball in that at-bat. “I was kind of sitting curveball a little bit. But my eyes had already seen heater right three and I was able to make the adjustment really quick. I was fortunate to hit it out.”

Fortune in men’s eyes. Confidence has plenty to do with it, too. “I definitely feel like I focus a little bit more” in those high-leverage situations. “The approach kind of hones in.”

Intensity to the nth degree. “I think it’s one of those things where I’ve always had it. But it’s one thing to have it and not be able to control it, control the adrenaline and everything that’s going on. I think, kind of with age, and with some good people in the past that helped me mature as a player, to really just enjoy those moments whether you succeed or fail.”

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And then, a slight admission, a concession. “That’s probably one of the better feelings in baseball, to hit a walkoff homer. You don’t get that opportunity very often. When you’re able to do it, definitely feels rewarding.”

Sheesh, took long enough to get there.

As this game did: Three hours and 12 minutes of often goofy baseball between R.A. Dickey’s first pitch, a strike, and Donaldson deciding matters.

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: Jose Bautista at DH, Edwin Encarnacion at first base and Justin Smoak on the bench.

Best gerrymandered option for the Blue Jays, in (any-time-now-guys) winning string tableau, to keep the B&E bats in play as right field continues to be a no-go-Jose zone.

A post-cortisone-hypo Bautista was restored to the lineup and his ground-rule double in the third gave Toronto a temporary 3-2 lead. Encore two-run double into the distant right corner, fifth inning, 6-5 Toronto. Rinse and repeat, same cranny and another RBI for Joey Bats, lifting him to a career-high five ribbies for one game.

Ridiculous baseball, blown holds, dueling errors, and a contest between teams of who could play the worse defense.

Impossible to overestimate the value of Bautista’s presence, though, even in restricted circumstances, because he remains the pith and pulse of the squad.

Thus the dominoes fell again, mostly on Smoak’s head. Had a terrific game at first base 24 hours earlier — home run, crushed it, single, walk, three RBIs — and his reward was pinch-hitter perch spectatin’.

Ended up the only position player who didn’t get into the game, as things turn out.

Fifty-six home runs now for the Jays, with 59 allowed — second-highest in the majors.

Bautista’s contribution in that category: seven.

Bautista did some light tossing Tuesday afternoon, 25-30 throws at 90 feet, appearing untroubled by the arm motion, so maybe that sore shoulder is improving and doubtless the cortisone effects had kicked in. The shot isn’t a forever solution. But, asked if he might be able to play right field by Monday, he said: “Yes, I think so.”

That’s Monday in Washington, interleague play, and no DH. Which probably was the plan all along, or at least since Bautista’s limitations became an undeniable fact of life in Jays-world, a.k.a. gonzo-world, where Toronto can sit three games behind AL East-leading New York whilst simultaneously being dead-last. No team in the gag division had a winning record in the last 10 games.

Bautista’s quintet of RBIs repeatedly put Toronto back in the frame.

Then it got yo-yo crazy on the scoreboard, batting averages and ERAs climbing, Encarnacion one strikeout short of the sombrero for the night, Russell Martin off the bench to pinch-hit in the eighth but could do nothing with Robertson’s wicked cutter, Thole very un-Thole, single from Reyes, Donaldson teed up for his second dinger of the night.

Walk-off. Bye-bye. And g’night.

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