The Dark Side of the Diamond
Chaos in Cleats - Lenny Dykstra
I wasn’t naive. I just didn’t care. Dykstra was chaos in cleats, and I ate it up.
He was electric. He was dirty. He was the guy who didn’t look like much getting off the bus, but once he stepped on the field, he played like his life depended on it. They called him “Nails” for a reason. Tough as. Sharp as. And just as likely to leave you bleeding.
Dykstra …
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