Long before I learned the laws of physics, I watched Billy Wagner defy them.
It was June 8, 2003, and my dad and I were in Houston for the weekend. The Astros scored two runs in the eighth to snag a 5-4 lead on the Devil Rays before turning to Wagner, by then established as one of Major League’s premier closers, to seal the game in the final inning. As the 5-foot-11 Wagner sprinted from the bullpen while “Enter Sandman” blared from the Minute Maid Park speakers, his reputation as the power pitcher seemed immediately questionable. He measured about a foot shorter than Randy Johnson, after all: how was this guy going to make big league ball players whiff?