As a life-long baseball fan, one of the things I've always loved about the game was the character of the players. Actually, I should probably rephrase that. It's not that baseball players have shown a lot of character over the years, it's just that baseball has produced some of the greatest characters known to mankind. And of all the people who have played this illustrious game, there's probably nobody out there who has been as consistently entertaining as Rickey Henderson.
Aside from the fact that he's been known to talk to his bats and ask them which one feels like they've got a hit in them that day, Rickey has also been famous for always referring to himself in the third-person. He always has. And probably always will. Here are some classic Rickey stories:
Whereas most ballplayers have professional agents handling their business, Ricky liked to make calls on his own. He once left the following message on Padres General Manager Kevin Tower's machine when he was out of work: "Dude! This is Rickey representing Rickey! Dude, you need an outfielder. Rickey thinks you need to sign Rickey!"
After hitting a 2-run pinch-hit homer, Rickey ran around the bases and into the clubhouse, leaving the stadium in the 8th inning of a 14-7 Padres victory over the Mets. When asked why he left the stadium before the game was over, he said, "Rickey had to get to this Chinese restaurant. They closed at midnight. Best Chinese food Rickey ever had."
And finally, before every game, Rickey stands in front of a mirror taking practice swings. Naked! After each swing, he says, "Rickey's the best! Rickey's the best! Rickey's the best!"
I started thinking about Rickey Henderson because I actually found myself checking my own blog today. Who the fuck checks their own blog? And although I knew I hadn't written anything new in almost two weeks, there was a small part of me that was thinking there would be a new post up there. Ridiculous, isn't it? So I've decided that I've got to be more consistent with my posts. Otherwise, you'll all find someone smarter, richer or thinner than me. Wait, I'm sorry. That's just my insecurity speaking.
But seriously...I have ideas for posts all the time. It's just that I seem to file those ideas in the part of my cerebral cortex that's most affected by short-term memory loss. Actually, it's not the cerebral cortex, is it? I think it's either the hippo campus or the thalamus. Anyway, as you can see, aside from having a crappy memory, I get distracted pretty easily as well. Blame it on the 80's. Nevertheless, I promise to post more. So come back again soon.
Because while you won't see me swinging a bat naked in front of the mirror, MetroDad's gonna do what MetroDad's gotta do.