Today is a big day here at RwR. Today, we are informed that the Man of Steal himself, Rickey Henley Henderson, has finally landed on the ballot for Hall of Fame consideration in 2009. (Rickey would've already been enshrined about 10 years ago had he not muddled around on Class-A independent teams for so damned long). And in honor of this day, we're tossing up the following link for your discriminating consideration:
The Definitive Rickey Henderson: The 25 Best Stories of "Rickey Being Rickey" (h/t to a buddy of Rickey's for tipping him off to this).
Although our favorite Rickey Henderson story is one we can guarantee that you've never heard before or will never read anywhere else. A few years back, Raji, a good friend, was spending some time abroad in Japan and bumped into a befuddled Rickey Henderson trying to figure out how to navigate the Japanese subway system. We believe that Rickey was playing for a minor league team named the Samurai bears at the time (Raji, correct us if we're wrong). Why was Rickey taking the subway? Damned if we know, but it's comforting to know he's somewhat of an average joe like the rest of us. Anyhow, while riding the subway, Raji and Rickey spent a while chatting and it turns out that he's well aware of the whole third person thing being a total gag and isn't nearly as batshit crazy as the sports pages would make him out to be. (Well shit, good thing we've spent the last two years essentially impersonating a fallacy!) Raji, being the occasional fan of recreational marijuana use, thought it prudent to shift the conversation to the subject of drugs. When asked how he was able to smuggle weed from the U.S. to Japan, Rickey said:
"Oh yeah, Rickey stuck it up his butt."
And on that note, this most likely concludes our last blog post before we're shut down for libel (which it totally isn't, but whatever). It's been a fun ride everybody.
[posted at Humor Blogs]
9 comments:
Well as long as he wasnt using it, I suppose its as good a hiding spot as any...
So fess up. After reading that list we need to know--do you stand in front of a mirror naked and say "Rickey's the best" every time before you blog?
As Ms. Henderson can attest to, oh yes.
I'm unable to tell if that story is true or not.
Rickey being Rickey, and all, anything could be true.
Hey, it's a great post to go out on.
As an afterthought, I suppose it was better than he was smuggling pot, and not small firearms.
Have a great week.
I actually have a TRUE (or I believe to be a TRUE) Rickey Henderson story courtesy of an old client of a law firm for which I once worked.
Anway, our client, let's call him MP, was on a first-name basis with a former Mets manager who bore the initials JT. So one time, MP is hanging out in a hotel lobby with JT, and JT offers to introduce him to Rickey, the REAL Rickey. So MP was introduced to the REAL Rickey, and the first thing he noticed was the color of Rickey's shoes - GREEN. Yep, that's right, folks, Rickey be wearing green shoes.
GREEN.
Don't that beat all.... lol.
Actually, Rickey was in Japan with the Mets when they played the Cubs in Japan to open the 2000 season.
And yes, the story is true.
Thanks for the clarification buddy.
And just to allay everyone's fears, this isn't Rickey's terminal blog post. Rickey's just too damned lazy and uninspired recently...
Uninspired? Did you watch Rammin' It?!
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