By: Rachel Bernstein

I read this article on Bryce Harper in The Washington Post the other day, and thought it was hilarious. Harper made a trip to the eye doctor and could suddenly see the ball again, after getting a pair of contacts.

When I’d done this story on Harper’s beginnings in Hagerstown for the Hagerstown Suns, the assignment required a couple of trips to the ballpark to watch him play. And honestly, the performance I’d witnessed from him had seemed a little lackluster. The best hit he had was a line drive during a double-header.

But when I had to give updated stats on his performance for when the story later ran, I was shocked at how he’d jumped from .231 to .480.

Now we know.

I wish I could blame my subpar performance on effectively cleaning bathtubs or mowing the lawn on poor eyesight.