(from U.S.S. Mariner)
There was Carl Everett on Wednesday afternoon, whistling, smiling, turning up the volume on the stereo at his locker. And there came Mike Hargrove, stopping, chatting, asking Everett about the hip-hop he was listening to and patting him on the back.
They did not hug or sing “Kumbaya” the day after an emotion-filled meeting in the manager’s office on Tuesday night, but this was close. At least on the surface, in front of media, their differences appeared to be worked out.
“Every player has the right to come into my office and close the door and say what he wants to say,” Hargrove said. “Carl exercised that right. I have no problem with that.”