Why is it that when a celebrity dies, we create an alternate person to remember them by. Take George Steinbrenner, for instance. Forget all the stuff about a winner, how driven he was, how competitive. Forget how he built the Yankees into a powerhouse baseball dynasty (or rebuilt them, I should say. Restored them).
One is supposed to keep “bad” things to oneself when someone dies. “If you don’t have anything good to say, then don’t say…: You know the rest. So I’ll leave all that.
Except for one thing, and this is the way I’ll remember him: George was a crashing, colossal boor. All else flowed from that simple fact.
‘Yer outta here.