Well, we all know what happened then. No need to belabor it, but this morning in Mesa, Arizona, many miles, many years, and much water under the bridge from that October day, Mark Prior stood on a mound at Fitch Park in front of about fifty fans and reporters and Cubs brass, trying to figure out what went wrong, bringing him to the point at which his career might hinge. But most importantly, the guy who used to look like he was on top of the baseball world had absolutely no mound presence. Constantly wiping his face (it wasn't that hot at 8:30 in the morning!), scuffling around, he looked as if he'd rather have been just about anywhere else in the world than on that pitcher's mound.