It’s pretty easy to pile on Lenny Dykstra when he’s down, but I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. For one thing, his bottom-of-the-9th inning HR off Houston’s Dave Smith in Game 3 of the 1986 NLCS was one of the most exciting moments I personally witnessed at Shea Stadium, and is not the sort of treasured memory years of (likely) PED abuse, pathological lying and casual racism can ever erase. For another, me and Lenny have a few things in common. We both dearly love Twizzlers and each of us blames the biggest problems in our lives on Washington Mutual.
Those are the only things I can come up with at the moment, but given this bond, however tenuous, I’d like the former Players Club publisher to know that if he ever requires a new outlet for his thoughts on a variety of topics (helicopters, cigars, women’s studies), he’s got a home at CSTB. Unless Chuck Meehan wants to start posting again — I don’t have room for everyone.