I actually met the guy. He used to come into a Bennigan's near little Yankee Stadium in Ft. Lauderdale. Bought a round for the house every time he came in. Talked to him at a golf club in Newport Beach for a while. Seems that only jerks got treated like jerks by Billy.

I shook his hand and talked to him for a while in the 1960's before Steinbrenner. I think he was tense but pleasant enough. I was happy that he would spend a few minutes with a lowly peon.

Took drunk-angry-jerk to a higher level of existence. . .Martin grew up hard and took it out on the world for the rest of his days. . .Yes, I'd want him on my team but I sure wouldn't drink with him. . .

When he was alive, he was probably a 5.

Ever since he decided he could drive with a skinful, his jerk factor has diminished accordingly.