Todd Pratt fields this question more than any other, on those rare occasions when the press bothers to ask him anything. Whenever the question is asked, he must object. First of all, he never delivered pizzas. He managed a Domino’s franchise, thank you very much. That was the sort of work awaiting Pratt when the Mariners released him following the 1996 season, and with his baseball career seemingly over, he was grateful to have any job at all. He’ll have you know that on the night of Super Bowl XXXI, while most of America watched Brett Favre’s Packers beat Drew Bledsoe’s Patriots, he pushed a thousand orders out the door. It was hard work, sweaty and cramped and without a shred of glory. Not too different from catching, really. “There’s nothing wrong with managing a pizza parlor,” he counsels the media. They’ll take his word on that.