This night, though, they were together, sopping wet and giddy and basking in their return to October. After his submersion, Hazen emerged and draped his arms over the shoulders of his top assistants, Amiel Sawdaye and Mike Fitzgerald. As much as anyone, they had carried his load. “The level of appreciation I have, I can’t express,” Hazen said, sitting in the dugout the following morning. “I tell them that, but it’s not enough.” Without them, he would have walked away completely. “I don’t think I’m being overly dramatic,” he said. “That is a fact.”