…in spite of the fact that Brett Myers is a wife-beating asshole who also happens to be a liar.
Yet when Myers pitched the next day in Boston, he was alone. He heard the vicious chants. He says he was pelted by plastic beer bottles and trash when he warmed up in the bullpen.
Okay, raise your hand if you’ve ever seen a plastic beer bottle at Fenway Park. Put your hand down Myers, you POS. No beer bottles in Fenway. Nice try, though.
Honestly, though, I’m beginning to think his wife deserves him.
“We’re both pig-headed,” says Kim, who married Brett before a justice of the peace during the 2002 season. “But what people don’t know about Brett is how sensitive he is. I tease him about that. He’ll do everything for anybody, and he’s always tried to protect me.”
Yeah. I wish I had a husband who would protect me by dragging me down a street by my hair and slapping me in the face. Boy have I missed out!
I’m not sure what the most pathetic aspect of this story is: that Myers denies what more than one eyewitness say, that his wife is so wrapped up in the lifestyle that she accepts that kind of treatment or that, going along with the cowardice that is a wife-beater, Myers was going to BAIL on pitching in Fenway if the Red Sox won the ALCS:
But he couldn’t escape the fear of the Phillies’ possible World Series opponent. “I did not want to play Boston,” says Myers, 28. “If Boston had beat Tampa, I would have gone to (manager) Charlie (Manuel) and told him, ‘I don’t want to pitch in Boston.’
“I don’t ever want to pitch in Boston again.”
Because people in Boston know what you are, Brett. And you don’t like having to face reality, obviously.
What a man.
Edited to add this link from another story about Myers published today.
I’d never fired a gun in my life and, frankly, it was not on my bucket list. Myers didn’t care. He loaded a Glock 19 handgun. I squeezed off a few rounds and managed to hit the target.
Myers was not impressed.
He grabbed the handgun, held it sideways and began firing.
“That’s how the gangsters do it,” he said.
“You’ve been watching too many movies,” I said.
“This is a lot of fun for me,” Myers said. “I just like shooting.”
Well, that’s one way to make sure there aren’t any witnesses.
“Sometimes I like concentrating and seeing if I can hit the target,” he said. “Sometimes I just want to go Rambo-style – no focus, just hold the trigger down. Let it ride, see how much damage you can do to a target.”
Yeah, this guy’s just fine. No issues with violence at all. Nope. Nothing to see here.
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