George: “You stupid sunavabitch, you had to go out, get drunk and kill yourself. I was gonna hire you as manager another 6 or 7 times. By the way, tastes great.”
Billy: “I’ve been waiting for you. Surprised it took you so long. I don’t have to take your crapola where we are now. And it’s less filling, fatboy.”
George Steinbrenner was reviled to the east and mostly beloved to the west. Switching between sportstalk stations WEEI in Boston and WFAN in New York after hearing of his death only illuminated what a polarizing figure he was.
I have a feeling that had he owned the Boston Red Sox, those of us whose allegiances lie to the east would have genuflected in his presence.
Having just read Bill Madden’s biography of Steinbrenner, the man alternated between devil in disguise and angel on earth. If it’s possible for George Steinbrenner to rest in peace, I hope he does.