J                                                Jose Conseco in Colleyville

      I worked for the police department in a small suburb of the Dallas/Fort Worth area called Colleyville. It was a rich community with star athletes, movie and television personalities, CEOs, pastors from the mega churches in the area, lawyers, and American Airlines executives.

      Colleyville became a popular place for Texas Ranger baseball team players to buy their big mansions. I got to know many of them, and they were great guys for the most part. I knew Bobby Witt, a pitcher for the Rangers. There was also Pete Incaviglia, Jeff Russell, and Ivan Rodriguez.

      We drove around and talked to the good people of Colleyville assuring them they were safe. We got to know some famous people on a personal level.

      Ivan Rodriguez owned one of the smaller houses in Colleyville. I would drive by, and he would be out in the front yard mowing the lawn. I would stop and we’d talk awhile. He was from Puerto Rico. As we talked, he spoke in broken English, but he could communicate. He had two kids. A boy and a girl. The boy was maybe five and the girl was four. When they saw me pull up, they would come running out of the house yelling for me to turn on my red and blue overhead lights. I accommodated them and popped the siren a few times, they loved it.

      Ivan was a great guy. He signed autographs for my two boys who were much older but a big fan of the great Ranger catcher. We used to laugh. I told him, “Your kids think I’m great because I can turn on the flashy lights and my kids think you’re great because you’re a major league baseball player.”

      Every once in a while, Rodriguez’s wife would come out to talk. She was beautiful. She was from Puerto Rico and spoke perfect English. She was college educated and involved in his business decisions.

      One of the Rangers pitchers at the time was Bobby Witt. He and his wife were big supporters of the police. They would both come up to the police department bringing cakes and cookies. When the Christmas season was going on they brought all kinds of goodies.

      I could go on about other famous people in Colleyville but now I’m going to focus on the subject of my story. In the off season of 1996 Jose Canseco signed with the Texas Rangers. He moved into a Colleyville mansion in a quiet neighborhood. Close to another Texas Ranger player, Pete Incaviglia. The next season was supposed to be great for the Rangers.

      Canseco was actually a royal prick. I would see him out walking his dog and pull up to say hi. He would barely acknowledge me with a slight head nod and keep walking. I got the message.

      He had an older attractive woman who took care of his house. I used to think it was his mother, but it wasn’t. It was a woman who substituted as his mother, but she wasn’t there all the time.

      I would see her walking the small dog and talk with her. She was friendly. She told me she wasn't his mother but took care of the house. When something needed fixing, she called the people to fix it. She also took care of his financial matters. It was almost like a mother son relationship from the standpoint of, when she wasn’t there, he had wild parties.

      One particular Saturday morning I was working as a Sergeant in Colleyville and got a call at the address of Jose Conseco’s house. Another officer, Mallory Jones was my backup. The reason we got the call was someone saw the front door standing open and there were cars parked everywhere.

      My partner and I arrived on the scene and there were eight old beat up cars all around the circular driveway of Canseco’s house. The front door was standing open. We walked through the door and into the main living room and eight girls were passed out. They were either half dressed or completely naked. I was taking it all in, but I think my female partner was uncomfortable.

      I rousted one of the girls, “Where’s Canseco?”

      She gazed up from her drunken stupor and said, “He’s upstairs in his bedroom.”

      We needed to investigate to make sure he was alright. We walked up the stairs and beat on the first door we came to. After a minute Canseco came to the door. He opened the door standing there in his whitey tighty underwear and that’s it. I could see in the background two naked women in his bed.

      I said, “We got a call and we’re checking on you. Everything okay?”

      He was suffering from a long night of drinking and sex. He swayed as he talked, “Yeah, everything is fine.”

      We acknowledged and left. We walked down the stairs and one of the girls was waking up and getting her clothes together. I stopped and asked her, “What happened here.”

      She said, “We all work at the Foxy lady.”

      The Foxy lady was a strip joint in Arlington. She said, “After the Ranger game last night Jose came by the club. We partied at the club for a while and when it was closing time he said, ‘everyone to my house,’ so we all jumped in our cars and there was a caravan to this place. We partied all night. I haven’t done that in a long time.”

      My partner and I left and closed the front door. It wasn’t to many more Ranger games until Canseco had the infamous fly ball to right field where the ball bounced off his head and into the stands giving the Clevland Indians a home run. Everyone is laughing including the announcers and his own teammates. I know why it happened. Too much sex and alcohol. I laughed my ass off.