Hairston had one of the most impressive necks in Met history --- his portrait looked like that of a fullback, without the bad-dude face that fullbacks make in their portraits. A lot of fans were down on him being resigned, it seemed. I thought his 2011 suggested more power in 2012 than was apparent from the stats, because he seemed to have an inordinate share of drives down the line that went just foul. I thought, "Straighten a few of those out, and you're a valuable bench player/platoon guy." Sure enough, he did, and upped his homers from 7 to 20, but a lot of that can also be ascribed to increased opportunity and fall-off in other departments, as his rate stats really only went up a tick in the net --- his OPS climbing from .773 to .803, and his OPS+ going from 113 to 117. But go up it did, and that's a nice trick to pull off when you're 32 and your playing time more than doubles. I've grown increasingly fascinated by baseball clans, especially as baseball appears to slide further back in sports of choice among American kidz, and children of baseball players, raised in opulence, have every reason to grow up without the hunger to make the bigs. The Hairstons may be my favorite, as they go back three generations, come out of the great baseball cradle that was Alabama, have pedigree that stretches to the Negro Leagues and the Mexican League. Jerry, Sr. actually had a baseball wedding in a ballpark, which supposedly has specific protocols written down somewhere, and I'd love to see sometime. The next generation has African, European, and native Mexican blood running through their veins and I hope there's a ballplayer or two among them.