(noted author Darryl Strawberry, far right, shown with Gary Carter and a very well dressed Mets fan)

Dwight Gooden
has already told the tale of Kevin Mitchell decapitating a kitty-cat. Jeff Pearlman reminded us that Frank Cashen wanted to kill Randy Niemann for pouring champagne over the GM’s head.  Really, what else can we learn about the exploits of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets?  According to a forthcoming tome from former Mets OF Darryl Strawberry, the ’86 Amazins were “the boys of summer. The drunk, speed-freak, sneaking-a-smoke boys of summer”.   Brace yourself, for what might be the least revelatory baseball book of 2009. From the New York Post’s Page 6 :

Beer “was the foundation of our alcoholic lifestyle,” Strawberry writes. “We hauled around more Bud than the Clydesdales. The beer was just to get the party started and maybe take the edge off the speed and coke.” The team’s mantra on the road, he writes, was to “tear up your best bars and nightclubs and take your finest women . . . The only hard part for us was choosing which hottie to take back to your hotel room. Lots of times you . . . picked two or three.”

Although he doesn’t name names, Strawberry relates how team members picked out girls from the stands for quickies. He once watched a pitcher march a frisky fan to a private room for oral sex: “I was jealous. When I saw her heading back to her seat, I gave her a sign. She smiled, turned right back around, and met me in that same little room . . . I had to be quick and run back out on the field.”

Another time, “I was in the clubhouse, having one last quickie with this cute little Florida girl. Charlie Samuels, the equipment manager, came in and caught us. He just stood there shaking his head while I finished up.”