This much we know: Dusty Baker was the perfect man to hire to manage the wreckage of the Trash Can Sinatras. So fans showed up with signs at Saturday’s opener in West Palm Beach, Fla. Some drove through Yeehaw Junction to scream obscenities at Houston players, some of whom say they have been dealing with death threats.



Dusty? “Put your big boy pants on and just play baseball.”



When the full squad reported Thursday, he told stories of a couple of 1o-day trips he took last summer to see his son Darren — a legitimate prospect from the University of California — play in the Cape Cod League for Wareham. “I’m driving in and I see I’m on the Cranberry Highway, then there’s a road to Ocean Spray, and I thought, ‘This is cool.’” He went to see cranberry bogs, saw they’re flooded in June like small lakes, met the owners and was out fishing on the bogs every morning.



Only Dusty. Probably...