George Steinbrenner was a multi-faceted, bear of a man. It was impossible not to have an opinion about him. The cliche "love him or hate him" is not a cliche when it comes to him. You truly did either love him or hate him.
I hated him in the early years of his ownership. "He doesn't know what he's doing," I complained to friends. "He's running the organization into the ground."
I loved him in the later years. "He's learned how to stay out of things," I boasted to them. "He gets it now."
Most recently, after he'd stepped back from day-to-day operations, I became concerned, and actually wondered how much time he had left to enjoy his Yankees. My suspicions were confirmed when players and coaches repeatedly said that #27 was for him.
If number 27 was for him, #28 must certainly be dedicated to his memory. Rest in peace Mr Steinbrenner. You truly will be missed.