I mentioned in the column that if he even tried just a little not to be the world’s biggest jerk, he’d own the city. It led to an ugly scene in the clubhouse the next day. Albert accused me of going into his locker and reading his index cards. Uh, right. Nobody, including other players, went anywhere near Albert’s locker. I’d be more likely to willingly visit a hell mouth.
I noticed as the confrontation was developing that lots of players and media were moving away from where Albert and I were standing. I could see one guy sidling toward me out of the corner of my eye. Finally Sandy Alomar Jr. rushed in and saved me from possibly being pile driven or hit with the roll of quarters Albert no doubt kept in his waistband for just such occasions.
over 3 years ago
Ryan
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Am I the only one who doesn’t know what the hell a hell mouth is?
Steel Nick
by nickjs21 on Sep 5, 2008 10:01 PM EDT reply actions 1 recs
I don’t know either, and would like to keep it that way.
by JulioBernazard on Sep 5, 2008 10:30 PM EDT up reply actions
I missed that, still reeling from the split infinitive.
by Jay on Sep 6, 2008 7:50 AM EDT up reply actions
There ought to really be an effort to systematically ostracize those who are foolish enough to cavalierly use split infinitives like that. It makes me shudder to even think about such poor writing style.


















