The Lenny Dykstra p.r. machine is in full force! An article in The New Yorker! Who would have ever thought?

Seriously, it's a really great read. Couple of Phillies-related excerpts below:

As proof of the worthiness of his cause, he brought up his old Phillies teammate Pete Incaviglia: "Remember the big, burly guy? Best five-o'clock hitter in baseball history. Allergic to leather. Allergic to leather." (Translation: Incaviglia could hit the ball a mile in batting practice, and was no good with a glove.) "Inky called me this winter, and he asked me for a job. And I felt bad--said, `Come on down.' I showed him our business plan, and he said, `Where was that when I was playing?' " (Incaviglia, who now manages a minor-league team in Texas, later told me, "Lenny's idea is the most brilliant, best idea I've ever heard in my life. It's mind-boggling.")

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"My approach in investing is much the same as my approach to hitting," he wrote. "I would rather take a walk or single and reach first than shoot for a home run and strike out swinging." According to The Street's "Stat Book Scorecard," Dykstra's picks earned $183,650 on a hundred and three trades in an eight-month period last year. "He had an Amgen trade," Cramer said, referring to the biotech company. "It was like hitting the ball between the shortstop and the third baseman in a way that made me feel proud." He went on, "I have yet to meet anyone other than Lenny from the world of sports who was able to make the transfer so that they have something to say that has value added. Many sports figures have been successful salesmen, but I would most likely have hired Lenny at my hedge fund, back when I was doing that." Dykstra is now working on a book about investing, with the literary agent David Vigliano, whom he calls "the No. 1 book agent in the country."

Reminders that Dykstra could be passing his time less constructively are not hard to come by. The day after my house tour, he got a rambling phone message from a former Phillies teammate, who was calling from the Borgata casino, in Atlantic City. Dykstra repeated the player's last name aloud and shook his head. Then he told Terri about it. She looked distressed but not surprised. "How'd he get your number?" she asked.