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Jocks and Socks
Inside Stories From A Major-League Locker Room
by Jim Ksicinski and Tom Flaherty
Contemporary Books, 2001 | Buy the book
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Chapter 2

Baseball can be a very emotional game, and sometimes someone will just blow up for no apparent reason. Probably the most famous explosion in recent years involved Lee Elia, who went into a tirade one day while he was managing the Chicago Cubs. Talk about being out of character. If you saw Lee in a grocery store or at a movie, you would think of him as a nice neighbor, the father of the well-behaved kids next door. If you needed to borrow a hedge trimmer, he would be the first guy you would think of asking. It’s hard to believe this guy would blow up.

He really exploded. The Cubs got off to a horrible start, with a 4–13 record, and the boo birds came out in full force. Lee lost it during a postgame interview.

“We’ve got these so-called fucking fans, who come out here every day and say they’re Cub fans, and they’re supposed to be behind you, but they’re ripping everything you do,” he started. “I’ll tell you one fucking thing. I hope we get fucking hotter than shit just to shove it up the 3,000 fucking people who show up here every day.”

Then he got angry.

“If they’re a real fucking Chicago fan, they can kiss my fucking ass right downtown. And print it. They’re really behind you around here . . . What am I supposed to do, let my fucking players get destroyed every day and be quiet about it?”

Then he got very angry.

“The motherfuckers don’t even work. That’s why they’re out at the fucking game. They ought to go out and get a fucking job and find out what it’s like to earn a fucking living. Eighty-five percent of the world’s working. The other fifteen come out here.”


Elia’s outburst was taped by members of the media, of course, and soon circulated all over the country. A few years later, when Elia was a coach with the Seattle Mariners, I asked him about it.

“Yeah,” he said. “I got pretty pissed off.”

“I’ve got a copy of that tape,” I said.

“Hey, bring it in. Bring it in. Bring it in tomorrow.”

He was one of the first ones in the next day, and I played the tape for him.

“Hey,” he said. “I was very mad that day.”

Pretty soon, the players started coming in, and he said, “Play it for these guys. Let them know what kind of manager I was.”

He was . . . well . . . kind of proud.

I played it for the players, and they were amazed. “Lee, is that you?” They couldn’t believe it.

“Let these guys know I can lose it every now and then,” Elia said proudly.
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From Jocks and Socks by Jim Ksicinski and Tom Flaherty.
Copyright © 2001 by Jim Ksicinski and Tom Flaherty. Reprinted by permission of the McGraw-Hill Companies. All rights reserved.