Ozzie Guillen’s not in this one. Nor is Manny Ramirez. Many, many Labor Days ago, just as the long weekend was beginning on Friday night, I was rather surprised when I was told to get in the back of the unmarked NYPD van to join my new handcuffed friends Juan the Quiet Mexican, Quinn and the dude with the untamed fro whose name I never got. Of course, I was also surprised when I was put in handcuffs a couple minutes before, and even minutes after that I was surprised that the van I was told I’d be walking to wasn’t just some quick stopover at a mobile crime lab to verify that yes, my criminal record was indeed clean.  I mean didn’t...