Baseball players are an odd group of people, by & large. I had gotten press credentials from the Texas Rangers as a result of some lectures I had given to the team about alcohol & drug abuse. They were training in Pompano Beach at that time. I took the day off from the office just to see Kansas City play the Rangers. I went up to George Brett & Willie Wilson well before the game when they were sitting on the sidelines. Brett asked me which paper I worked for & I told him why I was there. He said that he didn't need a &%*$#%@ shrink telling him what to do! Wilson was a bit more tactful. He simply told me to get %&$#@%>! They were real nice guys. Later in the morning, I had the b***s to ask Brett for his autograph. He politely told me that he would shove a bat up my a** before he would give me a signature. Before I bent over, I told him that I knew how much money he was making that year, what kind of car he drove & where he lived. He walked away muttering under his breath. I had the batboy go over to him later & get me the autograph. When I had it in my hand I walked over to where Brett could hear me & shouted, "Hey George, thanks for the autograph!" He was as mad as day of the pine tar incident! Nobody says &%*$#%@ to me and gets away with it!!