PHOENIX Arizona Diamondbacks outfielder GerardoParra checks into his San Francisco hotel, heads up in an elevatorand opens the door to his room. He walks in and hears a noise coming from the closet. He slowlyopens it and shrieks in horror. A man wearing black sweats, a skimask and carrying an air rifle bursts out. He shoves Parra. Anotherman, hiding behind the bed, tackles him from behind. They barkorders. Parra's mind starts to race. He looks at the burly arms wrappedaround him and realizes he's seen the tattoos before. Those eyesbehind the ski mask look familiar, too. "J.J. Putz? Henry Blanco? Is that you? My own teammates?" hethinks.