Forget Joe Torre. His tell-all isn’t even the most interesting one to come to light this week:
On the greatest day of his life, Matt McCarthy took a call from a Major League baseball scout named Byron, who told him he had been drafted to play baseball for the Angels.
“Now, you went to Yale,” Byron told him, “so I’m sure you’re a smart kid. But please don’t do anything stupid once you get out there. Don’t make me look bad.”
“Of course,” McCarthy told him.
At least, that’s the account in McCarthy’s book, “Odd Man Out.” It’s a tell-all of his year in the Angels’ farm system, from the racial divide in the clubhouse to the oversized sex toy players touched for good luck; from players making fun of handicapped kids to guys using steroids.
It comes out next month and it’s a book that, if we’re honest about it, makes Byron and the Angels look bad. “I’m sure there will be a defamation of character lawsuit filed by someone, as well there should be,” a former teammate, Heath Luther says.
One would think that in the nearly 40 years since Ball Four came out an iron-clad rule would have been instituted in baseball clubhouses everywhere holding that, if a player keeps a journal, he should be instantly put to death.
And, oh yeah, I’m reading that baby.