It was summer of 2004, and we were working for a law firm in downtown Cincinnati. At the courthouse we worked with the father of a guy who said his boy was playing better ball in the big leagues filling in for Bill Mueller then he’d ever played in the minors. We thought he was full of shit. Five years later, the guy is a household name in Red Sox nation and is on the verge of signing a 4-year, $40 million dollar contract. [Extra Bases]