Al "The Mad Hungarian" Hrabosky was once quoted as saying that being forced to shave off his mustache made him feel like "a soldier going to war without a rifle." These days, freed of the shackles of '70s-era management and slinging color commentary for his former ball club instead, he will — on occasion — appear with that musket locked and loaded. Sometimes (to our great disappointment) he goes clean shaven, others he'll tease with a nattily trimmed mustache and goatee, hopes begin to rise when he busts out a full beard, and on very, very special occasions that blessed barracuda of a Fu Manchu comes out to play. That, friends, is hair. Though now white as the driven snow, it is still a magnificent sight and a potent reminder of a bygone era in professional baseball when men were men and soup strainers were soup strainers.