OKLAHOMA CITY — Triple-A baseball dangles the carrot, crystallizes dreams years in the making. But when you look out from the dugout at a soggy field and see a dog mascot wearing an astronaut’s helmet and eight fans in their seat at first pitch, the major leagues feel a long way away.
This is where Zac Veen found himself earlier this week against the Oklahoma City Comets. In the middle of an emotional journey, the type that can define where his career goes from here, Veen appeared eager, humble.
He looked different. His shoulder-length platinum blond air died at a barbershop a few blocks away from Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark.