Brian McRae is my least favorite player in history for two reasons not pertaining to baseball... 1) My 2nd grade teacher, Mrs. Thomas, was his sister-in-law, and that woman was a Grade-A bitch. 2) At a silent auction Mrs. Thomas and her sister, Mrs. McRae, happened to be there. Tons of people showed up and all bid on these really awesome sports items. Like seriously nice stuff. The one thing I begged my Dad to bid on was like a 1950's Topps Whitey Ford card. I think its book value was something like $50, which at the time for a kid my age I might as well have had $1,000. My Dad was the high bidder on that (at only $10 -- A STEAL!!) and a couple other items. There had to have been over 100 items there. Bruian McRae's wife comes through with 10 minutes left and just assembly lines all the items. Goes right down the line, not caring what they were, and just signs her name and puts in the high bid. Ends up winning like 85% of the entire auction. It's okay, though, my Dad was able to get a sweet autographed Donnell Woolford Bears hat. [expletive] Brian McRae.