Thanks to his inclusion in the Mitchell Report and one of the more entertaining New Yorker profiles ever printed, Lenny Dykstra's made a long-overdue return to the national consciousness in recent months. His post-baseball attempt to conquer the financial world has given birth to The Players Club, a magazine-cum-lifestyle for professional athletes to help them maintain and increase their wealth. He may have one of his first clients under the same roof. Cutter Dykstra is a 5'10" 18-year-old with gap power, excellent speed and a dirt-encrusted jersey with the number four. He could be a first-round pick in this June's draft and start earning the kind of cash his father can turn into, I dunno, a lot more cash. A profile in today's New York Times portrays him as less of a hellion than his father, he grew up playing golf and lives in Wayne Gretzky's house, but his fondest dream sounds a lot like dear old dad.
Is it wrong that I'm already dreaming about that day myself? Baseball needs more tobacco-dappled uniforms, more wall-crashing center fielders and more Nails. Baseball needs Cutter Dykstra.A more literal dream came a few nights ago, he said. His first major league at-bat was being televised. The uniform he was wearing? The Mets.
"They split the screen and showed me side-by-side right next to my dad when he was a rookie," he said. "I had a big wad of tobacco in my mouth, too."
