The All-Stached Nine

MLB.com, as is its wont,* is allowing fans to vote on their All-Time Nine for each team.

Rules are you pick one season from each guy at each position, and then imagine they were all on the same Mets team at the same time having that season.

And then you imagine you had season tickets that year and got to watch ‘99 Rickey Henderson lead off followed by 2006 Reyes, and then 2007 Wright would hit a double to score two, and then 2000 Piazza would step up to the plate, and they had to pitch to him because ‘98 Olerud and ‘86 Keith Hernandez were due up, and 2000 Piazza would wink at you and you would know deep down that he loved y….. Read more »

The 2009 Mets Could Use Some Mojo Risin’

Who could forget the spectacular 1999 Mets of ten years ago — those Mets of Sports Illustrated “Best Infield Ever” cover fame — with their triumphant playoff run and never-quit comeback attitude. That Mets lineup was stacked with hitters and runners and could never be counted out down late in a game, the seeming antithesis of this heartless 2009 team. Better days.

With the 2009 squad decimated by injury and seemingly down on their spirits (not to mention the fans’), the team could use to take a page from the book of the 1999 club. Inspired by the lyric from The Doors song “L.A. Woman,” Robin Ventura, a clubhouse leader if ever there was one, entered the clubhouse one day with t-shirts for the entire team that said “Mojo Risin’” in big, block letters. The phrase became a rallying cry for the team, displayed on the old Sharp jumbotron at Shea accompanied by The Doors tune when the Amazins needed some late-inning magic. The fans loved it, and for all that is holy in this world it did seem to inspire the team.

The 2009 Mets need some Mojo. And they need it to rise. BADLY. The ‘99 team had such fireplugs as Ventura, Rickey Henderson, Roger Cedeno, Mike Piazza and more. The 2009 Mets of June 30th have… Alex Cora. But they could also have mustaches. Think about it. How awesome would it be if the team uniformly started sporting lip-sweaters? It’d be absolutely magical, that’s what. Come on guys, get it together. And David, you’re the unnofficial captain, so lead the way.

Mustache Monday

Good morning to the fine and friendly readers of The Wright Stache. Today is Monday, April 13th. Tonight marks the Mets 2009 Home Opener at the brand spankin’ new Citi Field. Mets Legend Tom Seaver will be throwing the ceremonial first pitch tonight. And on the receiving end of that pitch? None other than the greatest catcher in Mets and Metstache history, Mike Piazza.

The blogosphere has been giving Mike a lot of junk lately, saying this and that about how he may have used steroids. We won’t take a position on that one way or another, because here at the ’stache, we stick to the real issues. And by real issues, I’m talkin’ Handlebar or Fu-Chu. Walrus or Imperial. Pencil-thin or Thick-as-Thieves. Ya dig?

Mike toyed with several different styles throughout his career before shaving it all off a couple of years ago. But we’re assuming (hoping) he pulled a surprise-growth for old times sake and shows it off at Citi tonight. If he does, we’re taking it as a symbolic tip-of-the-cap towards The Wright Stache movement.

Metal Mike Piazza + Zakk Wylde’s Beardstache

Personal acquaintances of your Wright Stache editors know quite well that Jose’s Chin Pubes is a big fan of everything heavy metal. In fact, yours truly even has a website devoted entirely to the love/hate of this fine musical genre (shameless plug!). But what you might not know is that Mike Piazza — he of numerous facial hair stylings (but that’s a topic for a future post) — is himself a big metal fan too.

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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:

Sexy Stache = Sexy David

See, David? You’d look so studly with a stache. You’d be the greasiest thing to grace the grass in Flushing since Piazza’s barbershop stache hit the field running in ‘98. C’mon David… do it.