Week in Wreview

Let’s end another winning week at The Wright Stache with a nod to our favorite (and finest) loser.  Look in those eyes.  There’s a sadness there.  An emptiness.  As we put this week to bed and reflect on some of our finer moments, remember to be thankful for how fortunate you are.  Call your mom and tell her that you love her.  Plant a tree.  And do what you can to get David Wright to grow a mustache.  We did our part by…

• Unveiling our inspirational video to the world.
• Getting to know the Metstaches of Jose Valentin, Bobby V. and John Franco.
• Crowning Keith’s whiskers as your Favorite Metstache ever.
• Frying up some Southern style Wright Wreasons.
• Making the ladies appreciate the “special” benefits of a stache.
• Addressing that quirky Willie Randolph Paradox.
• Sharing our fans’ ability to mock up, dress up and change up.

Next week will be even more fantastic at The Wright Stache.  We’ll be helping you look good and sound good with two big announcements.

Of course, we’ll be checking in over the weekend, so hopefully you will, too.  We’re not going to drunk dial or booty text you on Saturday night, though.

As always, it’s been a pleasure serving you. Please continue to spread the gospel of The Wright Stache with the company that you keep.

Better Know a Metstache: John Franco

What is a save?  You may think that it’s when a pitcher finishes the game for the winning team and enters the game with a lead of no more than three runs and pitches at least one inning, enters the game with the potential tying run on base, at bat or on deck or pitches for at least three innings.  Here at The Wright Stache, we view a save as someone who joins a team and brings with him hometown pride, respectability and a sweet stache.  As such, there was no one better at the save in Mets history than one John Franco.

John joined the Mets for the 1990 season after being acquired from the Cincinnati Reds.  John brought a Brooklyn attitude to the Mets (he’s from Bensonhurst) and had no problems pitching in Queens (he threw two no-hitters while playing for St. John’s).  The son of a Department of Sanitation worker, John was a hard-working, no-nonsense workhouse out of the bullpen.

14 years after joining the Mets, he left us having compiled an amazing resumé: team captain, a team record 276 saves and a mustache that served as a beacon of hope during even the dreariest mid-90s Mets seasons.  After one partial season with the Houston Astros that we refuse to acknlowledge, John retired from baseball with 424 saves, the fourth most in MLB history, the most by any left-handed pitcher and the second-most by a pitcher with a mustache (trailing only Lee Smith).

John Franco was a leader, an inspiration and a hairy, hairy man.  He would often sport an 11am shadow.  But he knew how to rock a stache.  And you don’t need to shave when you know how to save.

Now you better know a Metstache.

Poll: Favorite Metstache

Here at The Wright Stache, we like us some good old fashioned debatin’. And not the kind that ends in hand shakes – the kind that ends in fist fights. So when we all sat down and tried to plead our cases for our favorite Metstaches of all time, things got ugly. Names were called. Fingers were pointed. Mets memorabilia was shattered. Broken glass was….well, everywhere. So we figure the only way this is ever going to get settled is if we get our readers’ opinions. So, here goes: