The ’89 Oakland Athletics held a “reunion” of sorts earlier this week to celebrate the 25th anniversary of their World Series win, and, being someone who is stuck in a perpetual loop of his glory days, ol’ Parkway Jose took to Twitter to document the minutiae of his goings on, and spew a lovefest fountain for his former team and teammates.
— Jose Canseco (@JoseCanseco) July 23, 2014
It seems, however, that one former teammate is still kind of salty over Canseco’s ‘roid use tell-all book, Juiced, and Canseco, needing the limelight of Twitter to function (much like Superman needs Earth’s yellow sun for his strength) chose to broadcast his crazy to former teammate, Mark McGwire, in an attempt to get McGwire to talk to him again:
Mark McGuire I know you’re mad at me, but believe me…. No one is more mad at me than myself for writing that book. — Jose Canseco (@JoseCanseco) July 24, 2014
I respected u as a player & person. Ive suffered more than anyone from writing this book..I don’t know how else to say I’m sorry. – your fan — Jose Canseco (@JoseCanseco) July 24, 2014
Mark I don’t blame you if you can’t forgive me. I can barely forgive myself. — Jose Canseco (@JoseCanseco) July 24, 2014
Mark let’s do a hr challenge for charity. If I win will you forgive me 🙂
— Jose Canseco (@JoseCanseco) July 24, 2014
Of course all of this “please forgive me” pandering falls a little flat when you spell McGwire’s name wrong in your tweets. Big Mac has not spoken to Canseco since this book was released. And who can blame him? The “book” outed many MLB players for their alleged steroid use in the late 80’s and early 90’s, and this caused a huge s**tstorm for McGwire, who had to endure MLB’s version of the Spanish Inquisition.
McGwire was absent for the anniversary celebration but did videotape a thank you to the Athletics organization and the fans. He has also made it abundantly clear that he has nothing to say” to Canseco and “won’t ever speak to him again.”
As an Italian woman, I can totally respect McGwire’s dedication and commitment to holding his grudge. But hey, the last time someone ruined my reputation and thrust me into a sh**storm because they sung like a canary just to make a buck, a home run derby was just the thing we needed to mend fences – like me taking some Louisville-sized swings at her head!
Contributing Writer: Dixie Darling