AROUND NOON EVERY day, Caleb John Raleigh — Cal to most, the «Big Dumper» to those who prefer to pay homage to his profound posterior, and the best catcher in the world to everyone — goes to work. The vast majority of baseball players pull up to the stadium between 3 and 4 p.m. for a 7 p.m. game. Raleigh would never. He needs the extra time to study the tendencies of opposing hitters, formulate a game plan for that night's starting pitcher, nurse the incessant ailments inherent to his position in the training room, stay strong in the weight room, hone his left- and right-handed swings in the batting cage and set an example for the rest of the Seattle Mariners. For hours every day, Raleigh consumes baseball because baseball consumes him.