Watching the 400-meter race, I always imagine where I would be when the winner crosses the finish line. At my fastest (years ago, when dinosaurs ruled the Earth), I would have been lucky to get to 150 meters as the elite runners would be hitting the tape. An enjoyable part of being a sports fan is drifting into fantasy or hearkening back to your own glory days.
There was a fierce-hitting baseball player for the Cincinnati Reds in the 1960s, '70s and '80s named Tony Pérez, who . . .