"There was no possibility of me avoiding that crash with all of my senses," Leyritz, 45, told The Miami Herald last weekend despite the fact that he operated his SUV chemically inconvenienced with a blood-alcohol level that rivaled Nicholas Cage’s character in Leaving Las Vegas.
"A mother was taken away from her kids. I can't change that. But I didn't do it. The accident did. And that accident wasn't my fault."
The pulsating cock that is Jim Leyritz, a career .264 hitter who played on seven teams in 11 seasons, reportedly morphed his liver into a prune slamming Grey Goose vodka and tonics while he tried to seduce Playboy pin-up Erica Chevillar at a local club that fateful evening.
Once he vacated the hotspot and predictably drove off on his lonesome with a sack full of blue balls, Leyritz allegedly snubbed a red light and smashed into Veitch’s vehicle at full-speed which sent the victim, who wasn’t wearing a seat belt, through her windshield.
"You don't get that image out of your head real easily," stated the two-time World Series champion and all-time bearded clam who will live in Yankee lore for his three-run homer off Atlanta Braves closer Mark Wholers in Game Four of the 1996 World Series.
Dishearteningly, toxicology reports confirmed that Veitch was also shitfaced at the time of the accident and Leyritz is confident that he can demonstrate that she drove like Lindsay Lohan on smack that night and actually caused the collision.
On virtually a daily basis, Leyritz, who goes on trial in September, revisits the scene of the tragedy in a yellow effort to gather evidence that Veitch was to blame for the fatal occurrence.
“It’s unhealthy,” Leyrtiz’s lawyer, J. David Bogenschutz, told the New York Daily News regarding his client’s twisted obsession with impersonating Detective Andy Sipowicz.
The redneck from Ohio, who played college baseball at the University of Kentucky, insists he is blameless in this incident and he scoffs at talk that he is a terrible lush whose drinking rivals that of the late-Boris Yeltsin's.
"I've never had a problem with alcohol,” claimed “The King,” who has purportedly been ejected on a number of occasions for being a gaping asshole from the same establishment at which he attempted to charm one of Hugh Hefner’s floozies into a late-night game of horizontal poker.
"To listen to people who don't know the facts hurts, but I can't help it. I listen," admitted the accused drunken driver, who hit the last home run of the 1990s in Game Four of the 1999 World Series.
"Until you've been in my shoes," Leyritz poorly reasoned, "don't judge."
Hopefully, Leyritz will soon be donning shoes without laces in a “federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison.”
In the clink, Leyritz will be calling his fellow inmates “king” all of the time.
Keywords: Jim Leyritz, New York Yankees
