As you know, I'm familiar with this feeling of almost landing The Big One.
September call up kid Bryan LaHair hit a Sheffield Bomb last night with Starlin Castro on first, 2 outs, and a 2-run deficit to tie the game with the kind of drama kids like Bryan dream of.
Had the Cubs been able to pull out an actual victory, all the headlines about this game would be about LaHair and his monster homer.
Instead, they're about that pixie Joey Votto, who has the mad-bat skills to hit lame-ass John Grabow in his second inning of relief, probably because it was the 13th and there was no one left in the bullpen.
Reds 4 Cubs 2, and all LaHair has to talk about is the one that got away.
Actually, I take that back.
I've read a tiny bit about LaHair, and lots of it not so encouraging.
But if you're that guy and you come up in September and do a couple things like this...well, our ears ought to be a bit more perked up at the sound of his name next Spring.
Here's hoping he's taking his second chance (after Seattle) and making it into something big.
I actually did this self portrait about the second day of the Musky Trip in anticipation of not catching a musky.
Had I made the neck fatter and put a beer in his hand, it would actually look like me.