I’m a sucker for comeback stories.
It’s arguably the best part of sports. It’s why Rocky won Best Picture over Martin Scorsese’s Joker prequel. It’s why people think about Bobby Thomson hitting a home run when they hear the phrase “the shot heard ’round the world.” It’s why players play until the final out.
That’s why I love Ryan Vogelsong. He’s not just the best thing to happen to the Giants in 2011—which, in retrospect, was a pretty miserable year—he’s also one of the greatest comeback stories ever.
I feel like I need to break that down a little bit. His comeback didn’t have the same dramatic highs as the 2012 NLCS, and he certainly didn’t have the casual, superstar charm of Buster Posey returning from a shattered leg to conquer the baseball world.
No, Vogelsong’s reunion with the Giants was grit personified. There wasn’t any talk about “reinventing himself”; there wasn’t some newfound skill set that gave him the edge he lacked before. He just showed up and started…