Leukemia

Doug Miller:

The red dots covered Dave Cameron's legs. The purplish bruises crawled up his arms.

Cameron hadn't thought much about them. As one of the baseball world's most respected statistical analysts at the age of 29, he knew his data. The data said they were easily explained. Quick calibrations had spat out the results: regular blemishes brought on by the swampy, inescapable July heat in North Carolina; the swollen handiwork of the mega-mosquitoes he had battled ever since moving from crisp Seattle all those years ago; simple war wounds from the pointy corners and duct-tape-hewn sides of the boxes he'd been lugging while banging into the walls of the house into which he and his wife,…