One thousand miles from Denver, James Paxton is on the ground, grasping desperately at his left elbow. After years of injury and underperformance. After being drafted in the first round, failing to sign with Toronto, planning to return to school and being told by the NCAA "No. You don't get to play anymore." After working to conquer his weight struggles, his mechanical struggles, James Paxton has finally found the success that seemed to perpetually dangle in front of him. He struck out Mike Trout, an alien sent from the planet of superhumans who invented baseball to remind us of our fallow mortality, four times.
At 107 pitches Scott Servais let Paxton start the 9th, and Andrelton Simmons' line drive not only found Paxton, but the very tip of his elbow. A crowd ready to celebrate three days of joy, shocked into silence. It's never, ever easy.