ST. LOUIS -- What doesn't make sense is that Starling Marte cares.
I've been blessed to know this young man since he was 18. Met him in the Dominican Republic, when reporting from there for a newspaper on the state of the Pirates' facilities. We needed one player for a photograph. One phone call from a team official and, 10 minutes later, Marte rushed to our hotel in full garb, smiling, ready for whatever was needed.
But that means nothing, I know, next to this:
Wait, that doesn't really show it.