Screw the Joe Torre, Darryl Strawberry is the author of the book I most want to read this April:
he New York Post reports the one-time baseball prodigy has a book due out in April and that “Straw: Finding My Way” will detail the boozing, skirt-chasing New York Mets of the mid-1980s.
“We were the boys of summer. The drunk, speed-freak, sneaking-a-smoke boys of summer,” Strawberry writes. “(An) infamous rolling frat party . . . drinking, drugs, fights, gambling, groupies.”
Strawberry’s teammates from the 1986 championship team included big names such as Keith Hernandez, Dwight Gooden, Lee Mazzilli, Ron Darling, Lenny Dykstra, Ray Knight and Mookie Wilson.
Strawberry says beer “was the foundation of our alcoholic lifestyle. We hauled around more Bud than the Clydesdales. The beer was just to get the party started and maybe take the edge off the speed and coke.”
I have no idea if it will be a good book or not, but I know one thing: Strawberry’s story of alcoholism and hard drug use derailing the competitiveness of a fabulous team and a number of fabulous young talents will not be judged nearly as harshly as the story of PEDs used in the service of enhancing the competitiveness of more recent players. Booze, coke and speed are colorful, we will be told. Steroids are the tool of evil, godless cheaters.