Tony Rehagen:
It's the top of the first inning, and Leo Mazzone is already rocking.
Each croak of the springs in Mazzone's brown leather recliner is punctuated by a knock in the wooden frame, like an old screen door blowing open and shut.
Creeeak-clack. Creeeak-clack.
Watching the Braves play the Marlins on the 60-inch flat-screen in the den of his home on Lake Hartwell in South Carolina, Mazzone isn't conscious of the nervous back-and-forth tick that became his accidental trademark during four decades in the dugout. He is focused instead on the mound and Miami right-hander Tom Koehler, who leans in against Atlanta leadoff man Jace Peterson.
First pitch: Fastball down and away. Called strike one.
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