By Jim Schutze
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By Lee Escobedo
The showdown in Surprise: Forget the drama surrounding A-Rod, the real Rangers story this year was my nearly getting in a clubhouse brawl during spring training with former outfielder Carl Everett. (I swear this is the last time I'll mention it, but you gotta give me credit for getting so much mileage outta one argument.) Long story short, we went nose-to-nose in a shouting match that nearly boiled over into fisticuffs when he threatened to box me. I'm glad we didn't fight for a number of reasons, mainly because I didn't want to bloody him in front of his teammates. What can I say--I've mellowed.
The overwhelming majority of people who read the transcript of the incident were in my corner, but there were also those who thought I was at fault and labeled me unprofessional. One guy even offered to help Everett kick my ass. Around that time--when I was being threatened more regularly than usual--a friend tried to console me, reminding me what Oscar Wilde said: There is only one thing worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
Clearly Oscar Wilde never got jumped by a pack of irate readers.