Monday, I linked to Ben McGrath's New Yorker piece about Lenny Dykstra, but in all honesty I hadn't read it yet. I just figured it was worth reading because everything McGrath writes is worth reading. Anyway, last night I read it, and couldn't help thinking of Phil Rizzuto's book of "poetry" that was published some years ago, basically his best lines set as verse.
So here's some of Lenny Dykstra, the poet:
Sorry about the hecticness.
I cleaned up
For you
Feel that.
That's a door,
Man
Nothing against Dockers
But there'll be no Dockers
In there,
Bro
I park there
To get away from
the humans
That tree right there
You touch that
That's like murder
Thousand Oaks,
Man
I got hit with an idiot stick
Took ten lashes.
Wives are key,
Dude.
Key
You know the studies?
What they've proven?
Look that up,
Dude
In life you have
To grow
Up
Dude
Take a ride with
Me
You think that's good? Just wait for the R-rated version, coming soon to a blog near you (but not this blog).
By the way, I was going to designate 2008 as the "Year of the Blog," but then I realized that might suggest an unattractive level of self-absorption. So instead let's make this the "Year of the Catch Phrase."
So far, the early and obvious leader is …
And that happened.
In fact, that might be the best thing anybody's ever said, ever.
But we've got room for more than one catch phrase, right? So I'd like to submit this gem from Dykstra: "It's fun hanging with me, right?"
By the end of the season we should have a few dozen candidates, and then we'll have some sort of election to determine the No. 1 catch phrase of 2008.
(Here's
audio of McGrath talking about Dykstra.)
Rob Neyer
