One night during Langston's first season in A ball, his roomie, Darnell Coles, emerged from the bathroom peering through a mask of Noxzema. The image triggered the worst nightmare of Langston's life. "The killer dude from Halloween II was just chasing me all night," he says, recoiling at the memory. "I'd climb a fence, and it would grab onto my leg. I knew if I closed my eyes, it'd come back to get me."
After a fitful sleep, Langston was finally able to nod off for good. "It didn't bother me again," he says. "And I was deeply grateful."
American League hitters wish they could say the same.