He only works night games. His signals are creepy. When managers argue he makes them feel sleepy. He never appears in the photos we snap. A widows peak peeks out from under his cap when he takes a nap in the dugout. His eyes bug out and he hisses like a frightened cat at the sight of a broken bat. How weird is that? Once, while waiting on deck I caught him staring at the back of the catcher’s neck.