Benito Santiago has been catching hell for two decades. He has the scars to prove it.
Updated: May 15, 2003, 6:17 PM ETBy Tim Keown
He's at his locker in the corner of the clubhouse, sitting with his back to the world, elbows on knees, rubbing that face with both hands. The history of mankind can be found in the crevasses of this epic face -- poverty and promise, sin and salvation, remorse and redemption. A walk to this corner feels like a pilgrimage, a trip to the mountain, a voyage in pursuit of truth and wisdom. Tell us, O Benito, about the fleeting nature of fame, the burdens of the prodigy, how to rise and fall and rise again.
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