Today, we take an educational turn as Roger McDowell and a young (yet balding and mustachioed) Howard Johnson teach us how to give our teammates a hot foot. Don’t know what a hot foot is? Well, grab a cigarette, a book of matches, some bubblegum and get ready to be the funniest guy in your office. And, after watching the video, this blog will make more sense.
Enjoy Roger’s culturally sensitive comic stylings, HoJo’s unbridled enthusiasm and other amazingness.
We mean no disrespect, but from here on out, you're just Jose to us.
Nowadays, it’s not uncommon for a gang of Mets fans to sit around a fire with a cold case of beer and talk mustache-lore of past and present. The usual suspects often come to mind… Hernandez, HoJo, Franco, Piazza and the like. But often, a very prominent stache is over looked. A stache that should be a lot more fresh on people’s minds. And that’s the stache of the man himself, The Stache. Of course I’m referring to Jose Valetin, the veteran infielder who made an amazing resurgence as the star second basemen of the 2006 Mets. The angular slant of his dark brown stache was commonly viewed as being porno-esque, and earned him the nickname, “The Stache”. Read more »
By simply putting that photo there, I struggled to get this sentence out. I triple clutched my finger before finally hitting the key. Just a reminder of what life is like for Mets without a stache. What a first week it’s been for The Wright Stache. We…
Not a bad start. I know that it may seem like I’ve done most of the posting over the last few days. That’s because Hairy Backman has been working hard at his real job in the steel mill and Jose’s Chin Pubes is in Texas taking the steak-eating challenge at every steakhouse south of Dallas-Ft. Worth. We’ll form Voltron next week.
We’ll be working through the weekend, so stop by while you nurse your hangover and watch whatever marathon MTV runs.
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Even a young HoJo knew the benefits of proper grooming.
What better way to kick off The Wright Stache’s Better Know a Metstache series than with D-Wright’s mentor, Howard Johnson? Perhaps the finest mustache to grace the hot corner in Mets history, HoJo’s stache was a part of both the 1986 World Championship team and the 1988 NL East Champions.
HoJo was a 30/30 man back when 30/30 (and mustaches) meant something. In fact, he accomplished that feat three times (1987, 1989 and 1991). He led the NL in home runs in 1991. He’s a two-time All Star and Silver Slugger. And he is the only Met to ever lead the league in RBI.
HoJo provided pop and speed in a lineup that was scintillating and explosive. While he may have been overshadowed at times by Straw and Doc, his stache played second fiddle to no one.
When Ray Knight left as a free agent after the 1986 season, there was no need to panic. Sure, Knight was a cornerstone of the 1986 championship, but third base was in good, strong hands with HoJo. He took over the position full-time in 1987, went 30/30 and came in 10th in the MVP voting. Not too shabby. He’d man third base at Shea for six more seasons, finish in the top-5 in MVP voting two times in that span and cement himself as one of the finest sluggers of the late 1980s.
Now, HoJo is the hitting coach for the Mets, teaching today’s stars how to slap the ball to the opposite field, advance runners, and, of course, hit for power without the assistance of performance enhancing drugs. Because who needs steroids when you’re already a virile man with the stache to prove it?
With HoJo’s whisker tutelage, the sky’s the limit for a David Wright mustache.
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April 9, 2009 11:00 am | 
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By simply putting that photo there, I struggled to get this sentence out. I triple clutched my finger before finally hitting the key. Just a reminder of what life is like for Mets without a stache. What a first week it’s been for The Wright Stache. We…
