For 16 minutes on Friday afternoon, a little more than three hours before his second start in two weeks, Wil Myers stood and talked about being embarrassed and looking lost.
About his wounded pride and mixed-up approach and unwavering commitment to being a good teammate and getting back to being worth something for the Padres.
About what he owes his team and about the many millions it owes him and about the possibility of being traded.
And about how one of the thousands of things he has thought about over the past few months is that there might be a benefit to spending some time in the minor leagues getting right.