All of October last year, Max Muncy's mind worked in a typical meticulous way.
He would watch at-bats and think about how he would attack the pitcher. He would see a leverage situation and imagine how he would alter his approach. He would sit in the Dodgers dugout and long for the chance to walk to the plate.
But then, Muncy would look down at the giant metal brace keeping his tattered elbow in place, think about the catastrophic injury that had ended his year on the last day of the regular season and reluctantly resign himself to his inactive role on the bench.
