Back in the Miami 80's, I went on a fish buying trip to Florida (from NYC ) & the southeastern part of this great country. I was sent on a mission to buy fish, shrimp, crab, red snapper, swordfish & any other delicacies. I found that most fisherman were making most of their money from "Square Grouper." Bales of pot found floating in the the bay. I'm not complaining. Just looking for a way for the smaller companies & the individuals that shrimp & crab to get a little out of this cuz that's all they get is a little . . .
Josh Hamilton of the Texas Rangers is a handsome guy, looks good in the tight uniforms of the baseball world. The old world, Josh ain't baggy pants Manny, looking like he's running with some extras in his pants. I can't imagine they help anyway but for the groupies after the game. But Josh as Mickey? Maybe. Mickey was majestic. Josh is a shrimper.
Josh, as we know went through a whole lot of living that many of us will never have to confront. Hamilton played baseball growing up in North Carolina. He was the first overall pick in the 1999 Major League Baseball Draft by the Tampa Bay Devil Rays.[1] He was considered a blue chip prospect until injuries and a drug addiction derailed his career in 2001.
The legend of Josh Hamilton, Texas Ranger, is growing on a nightly basis. There is nobody like him in baseball, and possibly nobody this good, this big, this fast and this unique -- a 6'4", 235-pound sledgehammer of a hitter who can run balls down in center field and fly around the bases and hit for such a high average -- since Mickey Mantle in his prime.
Talk about steroids. If Mickey Mantle wasn't an alcoholic, drug addict can you imagine what he might have done? He did shit to impair his performance (not on purpose), not enhance it.
Back to that trip to Florida. My wife, at the time, & I got on to an elevator with two other folks. Liz poked me. "What?" I was gazing at the petite blonde next us. "That's Mickey Mantle," I was appalled that she recognized him before I did. My Hero! The elevator stopped on the seventh floor. Of course. They stepped off & Meryln turned to me & smiled. What a gal.
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