It seems appropriate that Gary Sheffield, who remains a Bronx Bomber in name only, spoke to reporters yesterday at the opening of a Brooklyn Diner—in Manhattan. The revelations, from the mouth of the Sheff:
-Abreu is no Sheff: “He’s a good player, but like I say, you can draw it up any kind of way, he ain’t me, and that’s the bottom line.” True enough.
-Unnamed “middlemen” kept him from straightening things out with George. Get the Brian?
-Alex will implode without Sheff, his confidant, as a sounding board. “There’s nobody.”
-His move to first in the playoffs was historic. “Nobody in the history of the game tried what I just tried,”
-He wants to play for the Mets or the White Sox. If he goes to a cellar dweller, he’ll retire. (But he will agree to be traded to a quality team.)
-Be afraid: “Everybody knows when I go to another team, I’m coming back looking for you. That’s just the way it is.”
It was fun while it lasted?