Jeff Keppinger breaks his kneecap.
Dusty Baker looks longingly at his office telephone, telling himself he doesn't remember Neifi Perez's number. He can't remember. Reaching -- no -- he can't let his heart be made a plaything again. Surely there's a solution in Louisville. Or Brandon Phillips. Yeah, Phillips . . .
"Christ, who am I kidding," he says. "I'll call him. But it will be different this time."