A couple of summers ago, my dad looked at the Orioles' schedule and happened to notice the team was heading to Kansas City for a three-game series with the Royals. Hailing from Colorado, the chances of seeing the Birds in person is far too low, so we decided to make a boys' trip and drive the eight hours to Kansas City.
Drinking Boulevard wheat beers and watching Scott Feldman masterfully carve through the Royals' lineup for eight innings was in itself worth the trip, but throughout the evening, this guy I'd never seen, or heard of before, turned out to be the only headache for Feldman in what ended up being a dominating start.