Miggy’s in trouble again and Albert didn’t get his deal and Gary officially retired after nobody wanted him. Of the three stories today, I’m going with Sheff.
So much baggage with this guy. The chip on his shoulder….the whining about his contracts….the bouncing around from team to team…the Torre-is-a-racist rant…the BALCO-esque “Cream” and the “Clear.” But putting all that aside, I’ve got to say that having Gary Sheffield on the Yankees was a blast for the majority of the time he wore pinstripes. When he came up to the plate, waggling that bat, pursuing his lips into a scowl, taking a swipe at the ball that would knock mere mortals off their feet, it was a sight to behold.
To me, he was the most feared player in our lineup – a hitter who rarely fell into a slump and almost always delivered. And for awhile he seemed to be a great teammate.
If only he’d kept his mouth shut.
Is he a HOF-er? The numbers say so. But given the PED thing, who knows.
Enjoy your retirement, Gary. And don’t drive your wife as crazy as you drove everyone else.