Okay, right off the
bat, let me be clear: Ozzie Guillen, the manager of the Chicago White Sox, is
my favorite person in baseball. He's hilarious. He's the best skipper in the
game. He had only an eighth-grade education in Venezuela yet is one of the
smartest men you'll ever meet. And he's done a whole lot better in Chicago than
I ever would've done in Caracas. My only question is, what the hell did he just
I mean, you wanna
eet don't take no geenus to play bazebool. Eet don't take no Bay Roo. Jew jus
"Man, it doesn't take a genius to play baseball. It doesn't take Babe Ruth.
You just focus."
Ozzie: "We had
the heeng-and-rung goeeng, but da bitcher he naw give us a cood bitch."
had the hit-and-run going, but the pitcher didn't give us a good
Wait! Don't go! I'm
not making fun of him! I'm just saying I wouldn't want to be the beat guy for
the Chicago Tribune trying to understand him. Or the rookie just in from
Shreveport. Or his accountant. Because even though the man has been working in
this country for 26 years, his accent is thicker than Chita Rivera's
Me: Who taught you
Me: Joan Kroc? The