Dan Le Batard (thanks, Nigel): The grass has browned around this haunted house in Davie. The lower half of the front door is covered in smudges that let you know the hands and feet of young boys live here. Inside the small rental, from the laundry strewn on the floor to the scared father struggling to keep it all together, everything is a turned-upside-down mess. The appearance of order isn't high on the priority list when you feel like you are drowning.
"I'm out of money," Jim Leyritz says.
Broke and broken. There wasn't just one life lost in a blink at that intersection in the darkness. Leyritz lost his good name, his livelihood, his identity and his peace on Dec. 28 of 2007 as well, his…
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