This Lenny Dykstra interview with Philly’s NBC10 contains multitudes. Por ejemplo:
Dykstra, much like retiring wallflower and fellow practitioner of Cistercian self-denial Charlie Sheen (whatever happened to that guy? Am I right?), is winning “more than anyone knows.”
Don’t be surprised if, one day soon, Mr. Dykstra is assassinated by a bank.
On the other hand, “no one can kill me.”
Those same would-be assassins will one day be shining Mr. Dykstra’s shoes, which I imagine match his jacket, and performing sex acts upon him, at which point Mr. Dykstra, in rather salty language, will tell them to please leave him alone. That seems strange because who among us has not dreamt of making love to a bank?
Mr. Dykstra, in his struggles, persecutions, non-violent opposition to British colonialism, and tendency to smoke during interviews, is much like the famous “Indian dude” Gandhi.
In summary: Mr. Dykstra 1, Murderous Bankers of America 0. Winning indeed.
(Manly, punishing handshake: Deadspin)
Oh, Nails. It seems you chased one too many fly balls into the wall.
Or: one to many syringes into the butt.