For the last several years it’s been a joy to sit in the dugout and listen to Ozzie Guillen’s media sessions on a daily basis. Before the game, he’d make himself accessible to reporters to discuss the day’s news—who’s playing, who’s not, while sizing up contenders and the given opponents—inevitably followed by a more free-ranging, off-the-record session. He was always eloquent (in his own fashion), profane, unpredictable, and open. There was nothing he wouldn’t address.
“When I say ‘no comment,’ then people they know I’m full of shit,” he said not long ago. A reporter asked a follow-up if he had ever offered no comment. “Never,” he said. And I can’t recall otherwise.