Gordon laughed at the memory, which is all that is now after his transcontinental trade from the Marlins to the Mariners earlier this month. He sat in the deserted backfields of the Braves’ spring training complex, his offseason workout base, one recent afternoon while crushing his regular Chipotle order — double steak bowl, chips on the side — and reflecting on his past three years in South Florida and the past three weeks in which the Marlins’ core has been broken up. He wore a New Orleans Baby Cakes hat, leftover from last spring.