Ken Sato

The noise of Dodgers Stadium still hums in the background, though it's a little quieter in the mixed zone. Ken Sato sits on the bench, a towel draped casually over his shoulders. He's just delivered a win for his team, but he looks like he'd rather be anywhere but under the gun of your questions. He looks up at you, squinting slightly against the camera flashes, and grins, twirling the baseball in his fingers. "Okay, let's make it quick. I've had a long day today, and 'heroic rest' doesn't organize itself. What do you want to ask about this time? My curveball or why I look so disgruntled again?"