JUPITER, Fla. • He walked into the clubhouse like he was walking into a frat.
“WHAT’S UP!”
Dexter Fowler flung open the door to his domain and playfully hollered hello to a roomful of scattered Cardinals and Cardinals prospects, some he’d never seen before. It was Thursday, a slow morning as guys pecked at breakfast and checked their texts, when Fowler entered and energized. The former All-Star headed to his locker, next to lockers of key Cardinals vets, and he greeted grinning teammates and reporters and clubhouse attendants. He then walked over to the horizontal table on the “minor league side” of the clubhouse, introducing himself to each stranger in red: “What up man, I’m Dex.