When I heard about the Angels attempting to get into the Guinness Book of World Records for most assembled people wearing Mexican-style wrestling masks earlier this month, I was unsurprisingly mystified. After all, such a night combines quite a few things IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m into: Masks, wrestling and wackjob baseball promotional nights.
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d say nothing calls your attention to the fact that youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re vulnerable to the passage of time like waking up to the news that Macho Man Randy Savage has passed away.
I watched Bryce Harper go through the motions last Friday night, his attention to detail and serious countenance connoting a longtime veteran of the sport.
I listened as the 18-year-old Harper, sporting a ridiculous mustache, crafted a respectful and droll media presence, relaying with an underlying trace of irony to a group of reporters that he was Ã¢â‚¬Å“trying to get better every dayÃ¢â‚¬Â — repeating that four times in the course of a minute.
A little later, I was down in the tunnel talking baseball with Hagerstown hitting coach Marlon Anderson when I heard a bit of commotion coming from the visitorsÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ clubhouse. I looked over as a shirtless and smirking Bryce Harper emerged from the clubhouse, pointed at a teammate and hollered, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Better be careful, or that bagÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s gonna be gone when you get back.Ã¢â‚¬Â
This was the Bryce Harper IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been waiting to see all night.
With all due respect, if you expected anything other than what you got, you havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t been paying enough attention.
I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t remember how Mayo came up in our conversation, which usually revolves around TomÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s inexplicable fascination with baseball umpires, but I told him I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t recall having any memory of his final high school game.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“You have to see this,Ã¢â‚¬Â Tom said while loading up the video.
True to billing, Mayo had figured out the single most ridiculous way to make a grand exit, leading me to compare it to some of the greatest curtain-closing moments in sports.