It's not every week I have two postings on Lenny "The Dude" Dykstra, but there's a new story out on the former Phillie center fielder and it's not pretty.
First, the totally unimportant:has Kevin Coughlin ever seen Dykstra walk? No, he didn't get that "side to side" walk from face plants in Shea Stadium's wall. That doesn't make much sense, being that he played for the Phillies AFTER the Mets. Wouldn't that walk be from face plants into the wall of Veterans Stadium, God rest her soul? But he didn't get that walk from any wall. That's the swagger "The Dude" always had. Watch old tape of him going to the plate.
But the glaring error on Coughlin's part is that he went into it with the fan mentality. When I've interviewed former Phillies that I grew up watching play, including Dykstra's best friend Dave Hollins as well as Darren Daulton and Pete Incaviglia, I don't forget that I'm a writer doing a job. I got googly eyed interviewing Phillies broadcaster Larry Andersen, but I was an upstart. A young girl. I learned quickly that you have to put all that aside, or you will be disappointed and possibly (not naming names) quite horrified by what you see and hear.
I respect Coughlin's honesty, though I don't know that this expose was the best move. A writer's career has a lot to do with trust; players are often paranoid (Dykstra is known to be REALLY paranoid) and some outright hate the media or anyone not within "the brotherhood." Coughlin is sitting on meetings that are private. He's hearing and seeing things that aren't on the record. Maybe that sounds absurd, but it's the principle. A player once said to me that because I'd seen so much of their off the field antics, I was "one of them. And if you ever say what you saw and heard, you're out." While this notion nauseated me (one of them? oh hell.), I understood the point. Everyone has a right to their privacy.
I always get suspicious of tantalizing exposes' like these. I wonder if someone is just trying to make a name for themselves and, of course, it's possible this piece is a work of fiction or exaggerated. But Dykstra's certainly attracted no shortage of controversy: he's got numerous lawsuits pending against him for unpaid wages to former employees.
Having said all that, what Coughlin reports is so terrible it made me stop in my tracks and take a deep breath before reading more. "Darkies and a bitch?" "Spearchuckers?" A request that his employee charge his credit card for a private jet flight for Dykstra? It's bad enough that no Dykstra fan will want to hear it or read it.
While I sympathize with Coughlin's being let down, both personally and professionally, it reminds me that we cannot worship false idols. I'm certainly one who needs reminding of that from time to time: Dykstra is my favorite player of all time. That will never change. It's the player on the field I know. Inside the lines is where it counts. I prefer not to know the rest.
But when you view a baseball player not named Roberto Clemente a hero, you're setting yourself up for a world of disappointment.
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