Jon Olerud was benched in game three of the 1993 World Series. In a season in which he hit .363, reached .473, and OPS'd 1.072, they sat him during a World Series Game. One of their best players was DH Paul Molitor, and they had to play him somewhere during the National League games. Rather than say, "Hey, Ed Sprague, it's hard to be you," Cito Gaston got a little more democratic, benching Olerud one game, and Sprague the next two. Robbie Alomar got no games off and neither did Molitor. Olerud had the dignity and the humility to take that crap with nary a peep. But he couldn't find the grace to tolerate his neighbor's tree?