Everything about Vladimir Guerrero was impossible. Maybe that's one reason everyone loved him.
It's a minor miracle that he escaped an impoverished childhood in the Dominican Republic to reach the majors. It's a marvel that he became one of the best hitters of his generation considering his penchant for swinging at almost any pitch. He had those long legs that churned up ground in ungainly strides and that imperfect swing and a powerful arm that he often used with bad judgment. In many ways, there was nothing pretty about his game. But boy was it beautiful.