When David Wells was a Yankee, you could all but predict when he would utter something audacious.

Just listen for the quiet. Wells was uncomfortable with silence around him. It was as if he lacked the confidence people would notice him unless he was making himself the center of attention. In this way, Wells was often his own worst enemy. He actually took attention away from the fact he was one of the better pitchers of his era.

Joba Chamberlain is like this, as well. In fact, earlier in Yankees camp, I noted to a few other writers it seemed in the absence of Nick Swisher, Chamberlain had decided to ramp up his look-at-me side even more.

The Yankees’ clubhouse is a rather staid place compared to some of the frat houses you will find throughout the game. And so bellowing proclamations about flatulence or hairstyles or clothing choices really stands out. And nine out of 10 times the voice that rises above all others inside the Yankees’ clubhouse belongs to Chamberlain.

Like Wells. Like Swisher. Chamberlain is often a 5-year-old, just one trapped inside a 95 mph-throwing body.

So it came as no surprise Joba used a public forum after his first spring outing to say something he himself admitted would cause a spark: That he could start or close. That is just Joba being Joba. Hey everyone, look here.

What was more interesting was the way in which Joe Girardi and Brian Cashman dismissed it, treating Chamberlain more like a child and nuisance than anything else. Cashman went as far as to chide Chamberlain, saying the team had an opening in center field, and perhaps Chamberlain could be a candidate there, as well.