The Keith Hernandez Post

Keith's stache can dress for any occasion.

Here at the Wright Stache, we obviously have a keen focus on the future (grow that mustache, David!).  But we also have tremendous reverence for the past and look to history for guidance and inspiration.  And when it comes to Mets mustaches, one stands taller (and bushier) than all others.  I am referring, of course, to the whiskers of the first basemen of the 1986 World Champions – Mr. Keith Hernandez.

At The Wright Stache headquarters, most conversations about who would write the Keith Hernandez post devolved into screaming matches with highball glasses being heaved against the wall, rocks glasses being slammed to the ground and steins tossed at each other’s heads.  Who would have the privilege of writing about the Hernandez stache?  It was finally settled when I went on a three week holiday to New Zealand and Australia.  Since no one could throw a glass far enough to hit me, I made a power play.
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Respect the Stache

Teuffel Stubble here from New Zealand.  I’m down here acting as a consultant for two blokes who want to start a blog encouraging the captain of their local rugby club to grow a Fu Manchu. 

But, as always, my focus remains on David Wright and his nude upper lip.  You see, there was a time when any man worth his salt sported facial hair.  Handlebar mustaches, handsome beards and, of course, mutton chops bigger than the whole Florida peninsula.  These were men of honor.  David Wright can bring back that era.  David Wright can make people respect the mustache again.

The mustache has fallen on hard times.  Relegated to men of ill-repute, the stache is no longer seen in a positive light (except for our patron saint, of course).  What did the mustache do to deserve such a fate?  Nothing.  It just sat there, like a caterpillar on a tree branch.

That’s where David Wright comes in.  Grow a stache, David.  Don’t let this be the mustache’s curtain call.  It deserves a better modern representative to inject some youthful energy back into its soul.  It deserves David Wright.

So, hello, world.  I’m Teuffel Stubble and you will know me by the trail of my mustache.