I’m not sure how many of you remember being 23, perhaps you have yet to even reach it, but, from what I recall, the biggest pressure I faced each day was resisting the urge to hit the snooze button for the umpteenth time. Now that I’m older, I have a wife more than willing to use force as a deterrent from taking advantage of that function on my alarm. But 23, ah, 23 was pretty simple.
Not so for Boston Red Sox pitcher Henry Owens. Still working on his peripherals in AAA Pawtucket at the start of 2015, it was a surprise to see him suddenly hauled up to the bigs in August of the same.