Late Monday, when all the cameras and lights and microphones moved along and he sat quietly at his locker putting on his socks and shoes inside the Rays clubhouse, he was asked if he ever imagined being the star in a pennant race.
He smiled and in his North Carolina accent said, “No. Not really.”
Yet here we are, at the most critical juncture of the Rays season, and Myers — the 22-year-old kid who wasn’t even supposed to help until a few more miles down the highway — has decided to lift the club up on his back and see if he can’t carry it to the postseason.
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