From the Windup is FanHouse's extended look at a particular portion of America's pastime.
The title to this particular column isn't so much based on the possibility of Ken Griffey, Jr., actually doing anything specific to harm any of us. Instead, it's supposed to be not-so-veiled M.C. Hammer reference. Yes, I am freaking hip like that.
BUT ... I am also freaking aged like that, at least in the sense that my childhood was filled with Hammer cassette tapes, Streetfighter and Upper Deck baseball cards. (What the hell else do you think bloggers are raised on?) And for someone my age or thereabouts, there is no greater UD card than the 1989 Ken Griffey, Jr., Seattle Mariners rookie card.
This is because Griffey as a Mariner defined everything that was good and pure and awesome and not Barry Bonds about baseball; he has(d) the sweetest swing of the modern era, he ran like an antelope, albeit completely in control, through the outfield and he had a cannon arm.
