Don't Call Me Joey: The Wit and Wisdom of Albert "Joey" Belle

The comprehensive collection of the wit and wisdom of one of the great hitters in baseball today — and its biggest jerk: former Cleveland Indian and current Chicago White Sox left fielder Albert (“Don’t Call Me Joey”) Belle. Albert Belle on hitting: “RBI’s win games... and they can make you a ton of money.”

Albert Belle on his reputation as a jerk: “I’m moody. I know that. I've made some mistakes. But if I was a bad person, would someone pay me $55 million...?” Albert Belle after nearly running over a trick-or-treating teenager who had egged the slugger’s home in Cleveland on Halloween: “As soon as I caught up with him, I slammed on the brakes... The truck kind of skidded, and it slid and bumped him. He fell down... [then] he jumped back up and started running... It’s a shame when people target athletes. If they had done the same thing to my next-door neighbor and he had chased them, they wouldn’t have filed a report... ”

Don’t Call Me Joey brings you the full story, told in his own words, of one of the most disagreeable sports figures in recent memory, the most loathed pro baseball player since Ty Cobb. It’s all here — Belle's tirades and scufflings with reporters, including a profane outburst leveled at NBC reporter Hanna Storm during the 1996 World Series (which earned him an unprecedented $50,000 fine); his beaning of a fan with a baseball during a game; his high-speed chase of two Cleveland teenagers who had egged his house on Halloween; his unprovoked hit-and-run on dimin- utive Milwaukee second baseman, Fernando Vina; his obscene gestures to heckling Indians fans; his hate-hate relationship with the media; and his non-appearance (for his own safety) at the 1997 All-Star Game, held in Cleveland, where he had played for nearly a decade.