Even before he came to the New York Yankees in 1977, Reggie Jackson was such a larger-than-life character that an Oakland A’s teammate proclaimed, “There isn’t enough mustard in the whole world to cover that hot dog.”
Stunned by the uproar upon being traded to the Yankees when he parried a question about becoming a star in New York by saying “I brought my star with me” and declared himself “the straw that stirs the drink,” Mr. Jackson mused, “I sometimes underestimate the magnitude of me.”
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