These would each be splendiferous covers except for the dreaded MFYS III popping out of the New Yorker box. Cute idea, though. I went with the venerated title All-Star Sports, getting the edge not just for The Franchise but because I didn't really expect to see a pulpy mag with no particular pedigree (no offense, Dell) show up here. I loved running into these things, usually in Baseball Preview form. Plus, geez, look at Tom on the mound. You don't usually see the left field stands abrupt cutoff at Shea from that side angle, especially on a magazine cover. I can feel the wind howling through there now. Kooz was presumably warming up with Dave Racianello (yeah, that guy's been here a long time). I'm guessing Mr. Long Ball would have been anybody on the cover who hit home runs. No, not much of a sobriquet. Always a little weird seeing those road uniforms. Never liked the block NEW YORK. Always liked Darryl. He was definitely carrying the club that summer, he and the pitchers. Coming sometime this year to Citi Field: Mr. 'Lons Ball.