Originally posted at The Baseball Project blog for Yep Roc Records.
Darren Daulton was my favorite baseball player when I was 8 or 9 years old. Back then he was scruffy and buff yet kind of handsome (for a guy with a mullet) and an inspiration to the clubhouse and his fans.
Then he got old, got a DUI, beat his wife and “time traveled” (see here). He recently did a book signing at a place called the Chicken Coop. His book is about metaphysics, numerology and chatting with plants and animals. (buy it right here).
Isn’t it great when the people you used to look up to turn out to be total weirdos?
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