Steroids, shmeroids. The ’86 Mets did steroids on the way to coke orgies.
With the A-Rod news dominating the sports headlines Darryl Strawberry figured it’s a good time to promote his new biography, “Straw: Finding My Way”. And remind you the his Mets team was awesome:
Beer “was the foundation of our alcoholic lifestyle,” he writes. “We hauled around more Bud than the Clydesdales. The beer was just to get the party started and maybe take the edge off the speed and coke.”
The team’s mantra on the road, he writes, was to “tear up your best bars and nightclubs and take your finest women . . . The only hard part for us was choosing which hottie to take back to your hotel room. Lots of times you . . . picked two or three.”
Although he doesn’t name names, Strawberry relates how team members picked out girls from the stands for quickies. He once watched a pitcher march a frisky fan to a private room for oral sex: “I was jealous. When I saw her heading back to her seat, I gave her a sign. She smiled, turned right back around, and met me in that same little room . . . I had to be quick and run back out on the field…”
Was he writing about the ’86 Mets or the NextRound softball team? Sounds eerily familiar. We may have a J. Peterman situation on our hands.
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