True story: When Gary Sheffield was growing up, he lived in the projects near Tampa, with his uncle, some guy named Dwight Gooden.

I’m not sure if Gooden had anything to do with the herky jerky chaos that is The Sheff’s batting stance, but the only way he could look more coked up at the plate was if his teeth were more clenched and he constantly insisted on listening to Interpol while standing in the batter’s box.

This is the second of a ten part series that The Score is producing on the oddest batting stances in baseball.