Twenty years ago this Sunday, I suffered my most stinging baseball regret. The date was May 6, 1998, and I was 13 years old. A cousin of mine had a ticket to that day’s afternoon Cubs game for me, and while it was a dreary day in Chicago, it was still an enticing offer. Unfortunately, the travel team on which I played (featuring future major leaguer George Kontos!) also had a game that afternoon. I couldn’t miss my own game, not to mention what I’m sure was a crucial day of seventh grade, to go to a Cubs game.
Kerry Wood's 20-Strikeout Outing is the Greatest Pitching Performance Ever ... And I Missed It
