After grabbing some popcorn on a hot summer night in LoDo to watch “Blake Street Bomber: The Next Generation,” my review has been filed, and there ain’t no doubt.

Bo Bichette proves a sequel can be even better than the original.

The Son of Dante bopped 847 feet of home runs on Monday night, taking Colorado pitchers deep twice in Toronto’s 15-1 rout of the Rockies.

All that was missing?

Dad’s trademark fist pump to kiss those baseballs goodbye.

“Oh, I’ve heard tons of stories about this place,” Bo Bichette said. “This ballpark is incredibly special to my family. It’s where my Dad made his name in baseball.”

While hitting .299 with a robust 74 RBI for the Blue Jays, young Bichette knows the spotlight glares and never blinks.

When you’re named in honor of Bo Jackson and wear the name across the back of your uniform of a Rockies legend who reached base over 2,000 times in the big leagues, you’re either born to hit … or doomed to forever come up short in the inevitable comparisons with our famous father.

As an elementary-school kid, Bo watched in wonder as his older brother played for a Florida youth team coached by their father in Williamsport, Pa. at the 2005 Little League World Series.

That big brother – Dante Jr. – would be taken 51st overall by the New York Yankees in the 2011 draft.

But Junior never made it to the Show.

And last summer, Dante Jr. posted an Instagram story hurling nasty accusations at his father.

“As a coach, my Dad severely abused me as a child,” he insisted. “During my youth baseball years, I was being beaten either during or after bad performances by my father.”

So what was it like growing up in a family that lived, ate and breathed baseball?

“I was lucky to never really feel that pressure, to be honest. I always had the goal of being the best player I could be,” Bo told me in the visitors clubhouse. “I also really appreciated what my Dad accomplished in baseball. My Dad was an amazing player, but a different player than me.”

He insisted baseball wasn’t an overwhelming obsession in the Bichette household, although connections to the sport certainly had perks.

Way back in 2013, during the lone season his father served as the Rockies’ hitting coach alongside manager Walt Weiss, Bo was a skinny teenager who jumped in the cage at Coors Field for batting practice when Todd Helton or Nolan Arenado weren’t working on their strokes.

“That’s when I realized I actually did have a chance to be good,” Bichette recalled. “I was taking B.P. with some of the guys and was already hitting home runs out of Coors Field.”

A 15-year-old began to believe that following in Dad’s footsteps to the major leagues was more than a dream.

“When I was younger, a lot of people said I couldn’t play shortstop (at the major-league level),” Bichette said. ”So I guess that gave me a little extra motivation.”

And six years ago, he broke into the big leagues looking like he belonged from Day 1, batting .311 in 46 games as a 21-year-old rookie.

From 2021-22, no player in the American League produced more than the 380 hits in Bichette’s bat.

With talent that has earned him two trips to the All-Star Game, including the mid-summer classic staged in Denver four years ago, an adolescent that discovered his swagger in LoDo has grown into a major reason why Toronto has been viewed as a championship contender on the rise for half a decade.

With the exception of last year, which both Bichette and the Blue Jays would rather forget. But they can’t, because the pain left emotional scars.

“It’s not anything I thought I’d go through. I thought I had struggled in the past, but I learned what ‘struggle’ actually means,” the 27-year-old Toronto shortstop said.

“The injuries I suffered. My struggles at the plate. The struggles as a team. It all sucks, for sure … But when I look back on it, I realize that as much as failure sucks, it’s not that bad. I got to the bottom of it and discovered I’m fine. I’m still living. I’m still breathing. I’m still grateful to be playing baseball.”

He battled a nagging calf injury that twice shelved Bichette on the injured list, then suffered a broken finger during infield practice that ended his 2024 season in September with a .225 batting average and Toronto buried in last place of the A.L. East.

“We thought we were ready to compete, and we were brought down to earth,” Bichette said.

“But it caused us all to look in the mirror and brought us to this point … (where) I believe we are a great team and have everything we need to compete with the best teams in the league.”

With Toronto standing in first place, he awakes this week in the city where his father made the family name famous, with the knowledge these Blue Jays have a shot to boldly go where no Bichette has ever gone before:

The World Series.