David Caruso Identifies Two Bodies In Stanton’s Knee

The night was… humid.  In the hospital hallway, Guillen was calling doctors, nurses and a janitor putas.  I was by his bedside early in the day.  We talked for a long time before he went under the knife.  Talked about life, name changing and fantasy baseball.  He understood how much I had invested in him and his knee.  He gripped my hand tightly and apologized profusely for letting down so many fantasy teams.   He told me he’d be back in 4 to 6 weeks.  I told him it would sound a lot more sincere if he could give me an exact timetable.  He then asked me who kept calling my cellphone.  I said no one, probably a wrong number.  He asked if it was a wrong number, why did the caller ID read, “My Trout.”  I promised him I