St. Louis Blues center Mike Danton's fall has all the elements of a Southern -- make that Midwestern -- gothic drama: A devoted volleyball-playing fan/lover, rumors of drug addiction, celebrity, shady hit men and a murderous plot bred of the rising star's intense homoerotic relationship to his controlling agent. Hell, even Danton's childhood -- marked, to hear him tell it, by a paucity of toilet paper -- was positively Faulknerian. So is it any wonder our local enfant terrible's been the subject of countless prime-time psycho-biographies? Sure, Los Angeles may have O.J. and Vail has Kobe. But we will always have Danton.