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Category: Sad Stache

That’s Gonna Leave a Mark

by Misopogon | August 16th, 2009
Fortunately, with David, the tongue sticking out is a good sign (Image courtesy of NY Daily News)

Fortunately, with David, the tongue sticking out is a good sign (Image courtesy of NY Daily News)

Able, you probably already know this, but your brother is a douchebag.

What happened? During last night’s 5-4 extra-inning fall to the Giants (not those Giants), San Fran starter Matt Cain beaned David Wright in the head with a 94-mph fastball. The helmet went flying off. David was on his back for over a minute. I said some choice words about Matt Cain. But nobody really thought he threw at David on purpose.

Is he all-Wright? Yes. David spent the night in the hospital with a concussion. Plus, there’s this good news from Francoeur (from AP reporter Howie Rumberg):

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Sad Stache: Dave Kingman

by Hairy Backman | April 10th, 2009
This is the one and only time Dave was ever seen smiling.

This is the one and only time Dave was ever seen smiling.

Ahoy! Hairy B, here, checking in from USVI. The post you are about to read originally began as a fine edition to the Better Know a Metstache series. However, after making it through several paragraphs, I realized there weren’t many positive things to say about the fine stached stallion on the right. So, I decided it best to turn TS’s Sad Stache post about Bobby Bonilla into a series: The Sad Stache series, where we highlight low-points in Metstache history. So here goes.

Ever hear Tommy Lasorda’s expletive-filled rant that goes on and on and on about his “opinion” of a certain player’s performance? The certain player that he discusses, in response to a quickly-humbled reporter’s question had crushed three home run’s in that night’s game, sending the Dodgers to a 10-7 loss. That certain player was none other than the former Met lunatic, Dave Kingman. Famously waspish, but more importantly whiskered, Dave was a towering slugger who spent two separate stints with the Mets: one from 1975 to 1977, and the other from 1981 to 1983. Read more »

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