Back when Sonic owner Sam Schulman (an owner who truly loved his team's fans) was building the Sonic, ahem, "dynasty" with purloined ABA stars, he grabbed a seven foot center named Jim McDaniels. Jimbo was truly horrible as an NBA player, but one night he went off and scored something like 35 points, and we were stunned and wondered if we saw a light bulb go off and a corner thus turned.
Nope. Nobody remembers Jim McDaniels. Heck, we barely remember the Sonics these days.
But hey...every dog has his day, and AAA or MLB, Bergman is one of the very finest pitchers in the entire world. As was Jimmy Mac one of the finest centers in the world in his day. But he probably should have found a gig in Brussels or Tel Aviv.
Hope springs eternal, and if I can place hope in McDaniels for a month or so after his big game, I can certainly give Christian Bergman the same. It would certainly please my young 8 year old grandson, who loves baseball and can now root for a player with the same surname as his own. He's already becoming the family favorite in that household.