FORT LAUDERDALE—Mets vs. Orioles under the lights. It’s the sixth inning of another meaningless spring-training game, and the fans are flexing their heckling muscles. Their targets are the guys with the high numbers on their uniforms—the only ones for whom a game like this has any importance. And indeed, if their presence is acknowledged at all, commentary descends to the generic: "Run, you bastard, run!" "Hey, hey, hey, this is a family game down here!" "That's why I... More >>>