It’s a scene straight out of Hunter Renfroe’s boyhood dreams: As he trots into a major league baseball dugout, jersey stretched across his chest, fans swarm him. In the dreams, they are yelling his name. In reality, they are yelling someone else’s. “Mike!” they beg. “Can we get an autograph?”
He smiles. “Not me,” he says patiently.
He doesn’t blame them: He and his Angels teammate Mike Trout both see the resemblance—although Trout, the 10-time All-Star and three-time MVP, has not yet been asked to sign anything for Renfroe, a journeyman.
