I'm currently reading Miracle Men: Hershiser, Gibson, and the Improbable 1988 Dodgers by Josh Suchon. A review is forthcoming (hint: buy it), but I wanted to share this with our readers. From page 69 (natch):
"We treated Tommy [Lasorda] like one of our teammates," [Steve] Sax recalled. "We did shit to Tommy that we can't tell you about. We used to strip him naked in the clubhouse and scribble on his nuts. But you know what, did the players play like hell for him, or what? We loved him. We'd do anything for Tommy."
Bolding and embiggening mine, because whaaaaaa? "Scribble on his nuts"? Like with a ballpoint pen? Because ouch. Or with a Sharpie? Because that ain't coming out. And what's the shit you can't tell us about? I fear livestock may be involved.
Or maybe this was all part of rookie hazing. "Here, kid, take this Uniball and sign your Hancock on the manager's Johnson." See if that affects your playing time, rook.
This instance of questionable locker room nudity reminds me of one of the funniest baseball-related columns I've read, by Ken Tremendous of Fire Joe Morgan. Will the hijinks of naked men in awkward situations ever cease to be amusing? The answer is no.