Sheffield seems genuinely naïve about how his more incendiary comments will be interpreted. “Tell me something,” he says. “How come I talk to reporters, tell them the truth, but they treat me worse than the guys who say nothing?” And there is Gary Sheffield’s dilemma: Not only does he play on a team with A-Rod and Jeter, baseball’s Glimmer Twins, but what he thinks of as Gary’s just being honest, others interpret as, well, Gary’s being an asshole.There's some discussion of race in there, which is clearly something he spends a lot of time thinking about, but it doesn't seem he has a huge chip on his shoulder about it. (For more good reading check out the two-part Bonds excerpt from Howard Bryant's Juicing the Game, over at Bronx Banter.)
Sheffield tithes a sizable portion of his annual $13 million in earnings to his church. In the winters, he takes his kids to Aspen and ignores a no-ski clause in his contract. “How can you say ‘I can’t go skiing’ to your children?” he asks.
“People say about me, ‘He’s moody,’ but I don’t see them in the same mood every day. Some days I feel like talking, some days I don’t. Some days I don’t feel like looking at you. I’m tired of looking at you.”
What most annoyed me about the article is that Sheff teases us with some insider knowledge:
“I know who the leader is on the team. I ain’t going to say who it is, but I know who it is. I know who the team feeds off. I know who the opposing team comes in knowing they have to defend to stop the Yankees.”But he never tells us who it is! C'mon Sheff, don't leave us in suspense! Who is it? Tony Womack? Wayne Franklin? Rey Sanchez? This is killing me!