Richard was terrific. I've mentioned this before, but he was one of only four players to be honored by Bob Murphy by seemingly always being referred to by three names. In one of those "athlete knows his body" stories, he'd remove himself from a game when he was pitching brilliantly. Like deGrom, nobody would be touching him, but he knew something was wrong. But being a big black dude back in the day, he didn't get a lot of compassion. A lot of egg ended up on a lot of his critics faces when he suffered a mid-career stroke. He tried to return in 1982 and 1983 but was never close to the same, and the Astros were terrified of using him in a game, not leastwise because his vision was so blurred that there was no confidence he could respond if a liner came back at him. He never fully recovered mentally, either, and went through a bout of homelessness, before former teammates tried to reach a hand out. He amazingly only made one All-Star Game, and that was in his final season. It's fair to wonder, had the stroke never happened, if the 1986 Mets get past an Astros team that had him on the roster, even in his mid-30s. He was that good. Nolan Ryan's arm on Dave Winfield's body.