Thursday, May 21, 2009
I was never a big fan of Wade Boggs, who always seemed to be less than the sum of his eccentricities. Five batting titles, sure, but all that chicken. Home and away wives, okay, but he was a big crybaby in '86, and everybody knows there's no crying in baseball. When the Yankees acquired him it was the kind of signing the Yanks make that I hate-- a star on another team who has certainly peaked. Riding the cop's horse after the World Series was stupid. And the deal he made with the Devil Rays about his Cooperstown plaque? No class.
What I didn't know was that Boggs is apparently a prodigious hops fan. Now I am reconsidering my position.
