Scott Downs's back was to the handful of reporters who had gathered around his locker within the confines of the eerily quiet Toronto Blue Jays clubhouse hoping to get his take on the latest drubbing.
With a blank expression, the Toronto relief pitcher finished dressing, yanked a grey woollen tuque over his still-damp hair, turned and marched past his inquisitors without so much as a nod.
Downs's demeanour strongly suggested he was in no mood to talk.
What could he say, anyway?
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