Leonys Martin sat at his locker, staring ahead and glancing at his phone every few minutes. His left thigh was wrapped tight with a bandage to hold the ice pack on his hamstring.
Every so often, his semi-trance was interrupted with a hand on a shoulder or words from teammate or a coach that stopped at his locker to check on him. Each time brought a warm smile to Martin’s face. They cared.
A tweaked hamstring ended his night in the third inning. And it was frustrating since the minor injury came during a stretch when he was playing the best baseball of his career.