I may be totally off base (heh), but I Lenny Dykstra has ever read a book. Even his own. He just strikes me as the type who doesn’t have the patience required to sit still long enough to read much of anything.
He was one of the Mets who came out with a book around the time of their 1986 success (Keith Hernandez, Davey Johnson, Gary Carter, Doc and Straw), striking while the iron was hot. Nails: The Inside Story of an Amazin’ Season by Lenny Dykstra (co-written with Marty Noble) was pretty profane, if I recall. Lots of F-bombs, as if that proved that Dykstrat was “keeping it real.”
I have mixed feelings about his new project. Given my increasingly limited free time, I wonder if I should invest it in what will probably be either a mea culpa or a litany of excuses (I wonder if he’s going to blame some syndrome or condition for his predicaments?) . I wouldn’t have the patience for either of those. I guess I could download a sample for my kindle and go from there. Judging by this excerpt from the New York Post, it’s just going to be a name-dropping (Charlie Sheen, Mickey Rourke, and Jack Nicholson in that Post excerpt), reader-shocking, barely literate, jock-grabbing tell-all. But then again, the publications that run such excerpts always go with the most salacious material. Hmmm.
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