By Luke Cyphers

Friday, September 26, 2008

Joseph Jason Putz acts as if he has all the time in the world. He moves slowly, the way only large creatures can—oxen or lions or 250-pound righthanders—creatures who know, because of their size, that nobody is stupid enough to provoke them. He looks like a football player, a little like Jeremy Shockey maybe, and his face has just a hint of that same wild-man menace. Before games, he glides through the Mariners' clubhouse gradually, like a container ship crossing Puget Sound. After g ...

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