MIKE TROUT was sidelined with an injury (Wikipedia photo).

You know, Mike Trout and I have a lot in common.

No, I’m not pulling your leg. In fact, leg pulls are part of what I am mulling when I think about the Greatest Angel Ever.

Of course, Michael Nelson Trout, the pride of Vineland, New Jersey might also be the possessor of the title of Unluckiest Angel Ever.

Greatest in the sense of being the three-time American League MVP. Eleven times named to the AL All-Star team. Nine times winner of the Silver Slugger Award (extra base hits). Etc.

Unluckiest in the sense of being with the Angels since 2011, at the beginning of the team’s longest slump, not having posted a winning record since 2014.

Unfortunate because last week he suffered another injury, a strain to his right hamstring. There’s still plenty of pop in that bat, being among the league leaders in home runs, RBIs and even stolen bases and walks.

(We will overlook his .234 average).

As every anguished Halo hound knows, he’s been sidelined a lot in the last seven years. Since then he’s played more than 82 games just twice.

Some of the injuries were clearly quirks, like the damage done to a finger while sliding into second. It resembles the time I the other day when I walked my skull into the raised steel tailgate of my Chevy.

And the time I fell down a flight of stairs as I clung to a chocolate chip cookie (which I held on to).

What I’m getting to is that sometimes our bodies are sending us a message. Mike has clearly passed his peak. But his current peak is still – taken all together – higher than most other MLB players.

So if he wants to hang on to his career, I say he should continue. Who knows how much more glory is still in that bat? I held on to the cookie, and I got up, too.