"He (Lenny Dykstra) was, not all that long ago, the poster child for the uniquely American ideal that dreams, buttressed by grit and determination, can actually come true. Raised in the working-class Anaheim, California suburb of Garden Grove, Dykstra—the second of three boys—was the prototypical short, scrappy kid who snarled and cursed and refused to be denied, an approach to the game that later won him the nickname Nails. From the earliest of ages, little Lenny told anyone who would listen that one day he would play major league baseball. Nobody listened. 'He was always under­estimated,' says Brian Dykstra, his older brother. 'People didn't take Lenny seriously, because he didn't look all that imposing. But he was a pain in the ass who never took no for an answer.'" - Columnist Jeff Pearlman in Maxim Magazine ('The Fall of Lenny Dykstra', Source)