Had anyone asked the Chicago Cubs’ Ron Santo what he expected as he walked to the plate in the ninth inning against the Los Angeles Dodgers on September 25, 1968, the words “game-ending grand slam” would not have been the first to come to his mind. “I’ve been missing my pitch an awful lot this year,” Santo said after the game.1 His frustration throughout the season had led him to review films of his at-bats after every game, and he even believed his vision had begun to fail.
