Anyway, it also reminded me of a funny story from my college sports writing days. (There weren’t very many funny stories in those days.) After Sheffield hit that fan at Fenway in 2005ish I wrote an awful awful column about how much I hated him, how much of a jerk he was. It was, well, the kind of column a college sophomore might write

http://dailyuw.com/2005/4/20/sheffield-continues-his-idiocy/

Anyway, the next week someone wrote in a letter to the editor complaining about said column in a not-so-friendly way:

“The next time he’s writing a column I’ll give him an unexpected forearm to the face and we’ll see if he doesn’t shove me without thinking twice about it.”

http://dailyuw.com/2005/4/22/free-speech-friday/

The moral of the story is that I was just stoked that somebody actually read one of my columns.

“He doesn’t come to the stadium either. The stadiums he plays in grow organically from the ground beneath where he happens to be standing, so as to leave him at ease in left field, the batters’ box, or the on-deck circle.”

However I think it the opposite of seriousness. Or rather, he doesn’t play the game seriously “go hard or go home” ( can’t tell you how many times he loafed when he was a Yankee out in right field). He’s just got a big ole pile of hate in him—as if somebody owed him something and wasn’t giving it back. Dude, you play a kid’s game for a living and make a silly amount of money doing it. Why all the anger.

i hate Gary Sheffield.