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(Huffington Post)   Darryl Strawberry says that maybe, just maybe, the head of a cat owned by a teammate's girlfriend didn't fall off all by itself   (huffingtonpost.com) divider line 23
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2014-08-06 10:24:21 AM
He snorted it.
 
2014-08-06 10:31:50 AM
You mean Darryl Strawberry talked about something other than Jesus and his faith for a few moments?
 
2014-08-06 10:36:03 AM
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2014-08-06 10:36:12 AM
"Kevin Mitchell did do that. Kevin Mitchell, he's a different type of guy. Great guy, super teammate...I guess he figured that the girlfriend was acting a little crazy, so I'll kill her cat."

Great guy?  Wow.  Just... wow.
 
2014-08-06 11:08:04 AM
After verifying that he may in fact be criminally insane, Mr. Strawberry then went on to further burnish his legacy by igniting bags of feces and ringing the doorbells of all the Hall of Fame voters.
 
2014-08-06 11:08:06 AM
Sounds like he has a lot in common with Michael Vick
 
2014-08-06 11:08:46 AM

Benevolent Misanthrope: "Kevin Mitchell did do that. Kevin Mitchell, he's a different type of guy. Great guy, super teammate...I guess he figured that the girlfriend was acting a little crazy, so I'll kill her cat."

Great guy?  Wow.  Just... wow.


WTF? Let's put aside that, if true, Mitchell is a psychopath. Strawberry believes it's true, and it has not affected his opinion of Mitchell at all. Decapitating a cat to him is no different than something like hotfoot, or keying a car.
 
2014-08-06 11:14:29 AM

Decillion: Benevolent Misanthrope: "Kevin Mitchell did do that. Kevin Mitchell, he's a different type of guy. Great guy, super teammate...I guess he figured that the girlfriend was acting a little crazy, so I'll kill her cat."

Great guy?  Wow.  Just... wow.

WTF? Let's put aside that, if true, Mitchell is a psychopath. Strawberry believes it's true, and it has not affected his opinion of Mitchell at all. Decapitating a cat to him is no different than something like hotfoot, or keying a car.


The kind of guy who doesn't know the difference between chucking a stone at a cat and setting it on fire, so to speak.
 
2014-08-06 11:41:25 AM
We got no food, we got no jobs, our pets' HEADS ARE FALLING OFF!!
 
2014-08-06 11:49:47 AM
Blame it on the 'roids. See if that will help.
 
2014-08-06 11:57:14 AM
When I was a kid my dad would give me and my brother the "summer haircut", which meant we had clippers around. Whenever a neighbor would get our nerves their cat would mysteriously end up with a lion haircut complete with mane and ball of hair on it's tail. I'm glad my dad didn't butcher his own meat. No telling what would have come from that.
 
2014-08-06 11:58:49 AM
The best thing that ever happened involving Kevin Mitchell was john Denny beating him to a pulp
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQLZaVIXFJM
 
2014-08-06 11:59:21 AM
That's an AH we haven't heard from in a while.

Crack and 'roids.  Hell of a combination.

The whole 1990's Mets needed an intervention.
 
2014-08-06 12:09:57 PM

softshoes: I'm glad my dad didn't butcher his own meat. No telling what would have come from that.



I'm hoping that this doesn't mean that he tried to manscape himself
 
2014-08-06 12:27:46 PM
Drinking allowed me to commune with Darryl [Strawberry] and Kevin Mitchell, who was a funny, but very wild and sometimes very dangerous guy. I liked Mitch, but I knew better than to ever fark with him. I'd heard stories about his background in San Diego, some of which included rumors that he'd hurt some people in gang-related violence. I don't know about that, but I got to witness, firsthand, Mitch's temper.

I dropped by his house along with Meade Chassky, a card show-and-events entrepreneur with whom I became good friends over the years. Meade and I had had lunch at my house, and we decided to pay Mitch an unannounced visit. That was a mistake.

When we got there, I realized Kevin was both drunk and angry, a dangerous combination. He was holding a twelve-inch knife in his hands, having an argument with his live-in girlfriend. Kevin was right in the girl's face, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"I told you not to fark with me, but you don't want to farkin' listen to me, do you?" Mitch said.

I saw this and started to turn around, but then Mitch wheeled on me and Meade. Now that we'd walked in, we were fair game..

"Sit the fark down, the two of you. You're not going anywhere."

He was serious. I could tell. I wouldn't have wanted Mitch mad at me without a knife. With it, all he had to do was say jump, and I'd say, How high?

Somehow, Mitch got it in his head that Meade and I were being followed by the cops and they were outside, staking him out. So he told us to barricade the doors. We looked at him like he was crazy, which, at that moment, he was.

"You think I'm kidding? Do what I tell you," Mitch shouted.

Poor Meade; he was so scared, I swear he peed in his pants. I can't say I blamed him, either, because I was worried about how crazy Mitch might get. His temper was one thing; but that knife in his hand was another. I had no choice but to barricade the front door. We put a couch in front of it, then stacked two chairs on top of the couch. After that, Mitch ordered us to pull the blinds down on all the windows, then he ripped the phone out of the wall.

Finally, I tried to plead with him.

"Mitch, listen to me. It's okay, there's nobody out there," I said gently.

"You calling me a liar, motherfarker?" he shouted. He met my eyes with a glaze so fierce, I had to look away.

His girlfriend tried reasoning with Mitch, too.

"Kevin, stop acting so crazy, these people are your friends," she said. With that, Mitch turned to her and raised his anger to yet another level. Still holding the knife in his right hand, he grabbed his girlfriend's little cat, who had the misfortune to be walking near his feet at that very moment.

In one awful sweep of his hand, Mitch pulled the cat's head back, exposing its throat.

"You think I'm kidding when I say don't ever fark with me?" he shouted. Before the girl could answer, Mitch took the knife to the cat, and cut its head off.

Clean.

I was horrified by the sight: Mitch was still holding the cat's head in one hand, while the body dropped to the floor, blood pouring out from where the head once was, limbs still twitching.

The girl was practically out of control, screaming so loud I'm shocked the cops didn't actually show up. Meade tried to run for the door, but Mitch wasn't about to become reasonable yet.

"Sit the fark down, Meade. You and Doc, sit down on that couch and don't move," he said.

Considering he had a severed cat's head and a knife in his hands, he didn't get an argument from either one of us.

We sat down. So did the girlfriend. And Mitch sat across from us, shooting darts at us with his eyes. Sort of like a modern-day Mexican standoff. We remained like this for almost two hours, no one saying a word, until Mitch finally started to nod off.

He'd start to close his eyes, then open them quickly, almost like he was testing us. Finally, for some reason, the dark cloud over him moved on. Mitch half smiled and said, "You guys can go."

We left, in about a half second, of course. The next day at the ballpark, I approached Mitch and asked, "You feeling okay?"

Looking straight ahead, he said, "Yesterday never happened." And we never mentioned it again.


From the book. Strawberry wasn't there, how would he know?
 
2014-08-06 01:09:24 PM

Another Government Employee: That's an AH we haven't heard from in a while.

Crack and 'roids.  Hell of a combination.

The whole 1990's Mets needed an intervention.


Additional Hat?
 
2014-08-06 02:06:44 PM
And the thing is that he only started to really have a problem with the crack AFTER he left the Mets.
 
2014-08-06 03:50:44 PM
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2014-08-06 03:51:19 PM
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Not amused.
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I thought he was real quiet
 
2014-08-06 05:42:26 PM
 
2014-08-06 11:16:03 PM
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Material witness
 
2014-08-07 03:28:38 PM

whither_apophis: Blame it on the 'roids. See if that will help.


Cocaine. It was the 80's.
 
2014-08-07 09:35:08 PM
Didn't Gary Carter want to go after Mitchell?  I still don't know how Carter didn't go crazy with the 86 Mets.
 
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