Jason Varitek's legacy isn't so easy to define  Some will
remember the mitt in Alex Rodriguez's face. Some will remember
the celebratory leap with Keith Foulke that made the cover of
'Time,' or the one in Colorado with Jonathan Papelbon.  Me? I'll
remember Jason Varitek's impassable left leg.  A man so often
described as almost superhuman, ascribed as part of the reason
for every good thing the Red Sox have done in their golden age,
it is perhaps his one quality that fits the bill. Sitting here,
I can not understand how a steam rolling baserunner never once
shattered Varitek's leg, never once mangled his knee.  If you've
watched this team with any closeness this past decade, you can
see it, can't you? The ball's bounding around the outfield. The
crowd rises, in sound and in body. The runner slows slightly,
takes aim. Varitek readies, eyeing the relay throw while placing
that fragile collection of bones and tendons in front of the
incoming train.  Eric Byrnes probably remembers. He hurt his
knee in their 2003