Bo Porter sits on a wooden bench in the middle of the Astros’ dugout, which has been cleared of cameras, players and clubhouse personnel on a bright Sunday morning in early May. Minute Maid Park is nearly empty when Porter begins running through his initial three months as Astros manager. He uses his normal clichés. He proudly employs self-help terms. He mentions being all-in, the approach and the process, defiantly staring through black sunglasses and sounding as much like a preacher or community youth coordinator as a first-year MLB manager. By the time he gets through the first wave of Porter-speak, a long line of children in baseball uniforms walking [...]