Personal Life
Cortes, who had taken a summer job at a sporting goods store, was taken bowling by his new co-workers and when he attempted to leave the bowling ally he was stabbed after trying to break up a confrontation between his co-worker and the stabber. His co-worker died and Cortes was hospitalized. He questioned if he would be able to pitch again since the injury was on his throwing arm. He did however make a full recovery.
| “ | I told the guys I was going to leave and they said OK, they'd come to and we started to walk out...There were three gangsters outside and they picked a fight with one of my co-workers. I tried to mellow everyone out, but I got caught up in it and two guys tried to fight me. I started fighting and I got stabbed eight times. | ” |
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—Dan Cortes, MLB.com: November 7, 2008. |
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On January 1, 2009, Cortes was arrested on charges of public intoxication and disorderly conduct in Fayetteville, Arkansas. According to police accounts, Cortes was arrested after he allegedly urinated on a fence outside Grub's Bar & Grille. After five hours in jail, Cortes was released when he posted a $655 bond.
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