Sheffield, of course, doesn't talk much about the Triple Crown or the rider that has accompanied it six of the 16 times it's been done—the MVP. All he wants is the serenity that comes with waking up someplace other than Milwaukee, with taking home a nice paycheck to send back to the family in St. Pete and with possessing his own lovely spot in the lineup between Gwynn and McGriff.
All right. He does want one more thing.
"A T-shirt," he says. "I only have one goal: a T-shirt. My mom wants to go into a store and come out with a T-shirt with me on it. That would be cool."
Now that might get to him.
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