Scene: 50 years from now, the Humber Family Estate
Fade in. An elderly man with a full beard, except on his cheeks where it looks more like the first few years of growth after a devastating forest fire, sits in an antique rocking chair. On the floor, in a semicircle around him, sit five children, ranging in age from 3 to 10
Child 1: Grampa Phil, can you tell us about baseball?
Phillip Humber: (sighs deeply) Ahhh, my wonderful grandchildren, I thought you'd never ask. You see, I once played baseball, back before the entire game was played by statistics computers in a climate -controlled laboratory underneath the wastelands of New Jersey.
Child 2: You mean you played with real bats and balls and gloves and stuff?
Phillip Humber: That's right! I played baseball for the Chicago White Sox!
Child 1: Mommy told me you played for the Houston Astr-
Phillip Humber: Well, Mommy married a journeyman plumber, too, so Mommy isn't always right, is she, darling? Now shush. Anyways, I played for the White Sox, and one time, I pitched a perfect game! I was just a kid back then, but I can remember it like it was yesterday....
Child 3: Woooow! You pitched a perfect game!? That's incredible, Grampa! Why haven't you ever told us?
Phillip Humber: I did! It's all I ever talk about. I told the lady at the grocery store the other day, and just this morning I chased the UPS guy down the sidewalk in my anti-grav wheelchair, screaming about how I once set down 27 men in a row!
Child 4: I checked the internet, Grampa. They say perfect games are sometimes the spark to ignite a truly spectacular career. Can I check the rest of your career stats on the-
Phillip Humber: NO! No, I mean, just...no, I was a fantastic baseball player. I won at least four...no, five World Series. I won the Cy Young award fifteen times, including in the NL and AL in the same year. Anyways, yes, that's what your Grampa did. Well, anything else you want to know about ol' Grampa Phils' baseball career?
Child 3: Which team did you pitch your perfect game against?
Phillip Humber:...the Yankees.
A single tear falls from Phillip Humbers' eye
Child 5: Grampa, I don't think I've ever heard a more depressing story about momentary triumph followed by boring, inadequate effort.
Phillip Humber: Well, in that case, let me tell you about my old friend Dallas Braden...