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So sad to hear about the passing of Rusty Staub. I know he was much beloved by Mets and Expos fans, but for me he'll always be an All-Star outfielder on the 1976 Detroit Tigers, the first MLB team I ever fell in love with. He was also, by all accounts, a warm and lovely person, which ultimately counts way more than his considerable accomplishments on the field. Rest in Funky Peace, Le Grand Orange.
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For old Expo fans like me losing Rusty on yet another opening day without a team you know where was further proof that if there is a God he fucking hates Montreal.
Posted by: Mr. Beer N. Hockey | 04/01/2018 at 02:03 PM