Back in June, I got to meet Keith Hernandez. He was doing a signing for I’m Keith Hernandez at my local bookstore, and while I’m not Ms. Mets (or I’d hardly be writing for this blog) I figured, what the hell. I picked up a copy of the book (not bad, by the way, especially the reminiscences about partying in cheap hotels in the Double-A Texas League), and was directed downstairs to the children’s section. Sitting there amid the toys and coloring books, mustache magnificent and bushy as ever, was Keith Hernandez. I said I was an Orioles fan.
Tanking … the Astro Way?
