And the winner is…

First, we introduced you to it. You shook hands with it, made small talk, gave it a light pet, felt its warmth. You got to know it.

Then, we schooled you on its significance. Its history. Its magnitude. Its authority among all other sportstaches.

And now, you’ve crowned it. You spoke up and you awarded Keith Hernandez’s Mustache as your Favorite Metstache of All Time. And we can’t say we disagree: it truly is a work of beauty and an inspiration to men everywhere, professional athletes and regular-folk alike. So, congratulations Keith.

And congratulations Wright Stache readers, for making an informed and educated decision on such an important issue. Your voice was heard. Our only hope is that one day, ideally one in the near future, the Favorite Metstache award can be handed over to David: our one and only Golden Boy. Because not only is it David’s destiny to wear such an honored and adorned crown…it’s his God-given birthright.

Make It So, and God bless the Metstache.

Last Call: Favorite Metstache Poll

We’re bruised. We’re bloodied. We’re broken. We’re really sick of arguing. So we’re going to end the poll once and for all. At exactly 2pm today, the poll booths are being folded up and the gymnasium doors locked – so vote while you can. We’ve had a decent turnout so far and we’re pretty sure we know who’s going to win, but we’re still waiting for a few of the red states to report – turns out HoJo might have a chance after all.

So pick ‘em while they’re hot, and check back later today to see which Metstache gets the gold ribbon.

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:

Better Know a Metstache: Howard Johnson

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.

And now you better know a Metstache.