IT'S LATE MORNING in late January in the desert. Sunrise Mountain stands guard beyond the right-center-field fence, but the craggy sentry is failing to protect Harper Field from Mother Nature's heavy breathing.
With temps in the 40s and the wind chill well below that, it's hardly baseball weather. Nevertheless, Bryce Harper stands in the batter's box on the same Las Vegas High School diamond where he once dominated, the diamond that now bears his name. Cut after cut after cut, he spends upward of two hours focusing on the little things. Keeping the launch angle down.