Don't know how I missed it, but a friend just passed me the 9/12/05 New Yorker article by David Grann on Rickey Henderson's season with the Surf Dawgs (couldn't find a link). Made it seem more tragic than it probably is.
I fucking love Rickey.
Also: Yard Work on Rickey. Yard Work!
And this piece of bittersweet news that I read a coupla days ago, and meant to post: Billy Beane may offer Rickey a one-day contract with the A's so he may retire in the green & gold. Damn. Rickey wants to play every day. Rickey don't like it when Rickey can't find Rickey's limo.
And this bit of the funny that cites both articles.
Finally, Googling has unearthed photos from some guy's field trip to Rickeyville.