A real, live nu poster? Could Christmas have come early? Welcome a-Bordick! Seaver was the best of his generation. He was somebody the old beat writers could stand by (he did his stint in the marines, respected his elders, cursed and smoked in the clubhouse but kept it clean in public, supposedly honored his marital vows), but threw a bone or two to the coming generation as well (opposed Vietnam, stood strong with labor, gravitated toward friendships with black stars, projected a chastely swinging swagger). He also was smart enough to carefully cultivate his image, but only as far as he could credibly take it. So he didn't create a caricature that was a paper facade over something far more self serving (like Jeter or Garvey) or end up honorably but clumsily trying to live up to an ideal that was built on mostly hollow go-for-it!/never-give-up!/be-a-gamer! cliches guaranteed to bite you in the ass, like Gary Carter did. He was a guy both fathers and sons could agree about in the middle of the Vietnam generation, when --- Field of Dreams will tell you --- fathers and sons couldn't agree about much. Come to think of it, the one guy who really toed that line as well as Seaver was Cal Ripken. But even he didn't top Seaver's vote totals. Seaver, of course, was handsomer and represented a bigger market and a unifying national miracle in the midst of a divisive war. But if Ripken couldn't pull it off, that doesn't make a strong case for Maddux, even if, as you note, he's got many or most of the same tangibles Seaver brings to the table.