Rafael Santana was once tasked with carrying the corpse of a dead bird off the field, the unfortunate animal having been felled by a fly ball off the bat of Dion James, leading at least one tasteless announcer to quip that Rafael would want to cook the bird up and eat it. Deeply sensitive, Santana took the crack as a slight to his sophistication, and vowed to put himself on a path of self-improvement. Enrolling in college, Raffy matriculated in a variety of fields before gravitating in the direction of romantic poetry. "It tells us our lives have meaning," the shortstop told George Vescey in 1991, "and that's a good thing to have in a world where birds can just drop out of the sky. Atom bombs, multi-national terrorism networks, global warming.... still we look to the west with wonder." Santana's studies continued well beyond his career, leading to an eventual doctorate and a status of high esteem among his peers with regard to his expertise in the work of William Blake. He holds a professorship at La Pontificia Universidad Cat�lica Madre y Maestra in Santiago de los Caballeros, has published nine scholarly papers, and will be keynoting in February in Santiago, Chile at the Annual Meeting of the Blake Society of Latin America, presenting his paper, "'The Road of Excess: The Yankees and the Persistence of Sin." That's Rafael. Tell me what's little-known about Danny Garcia.