I dare you to look at the aged — yet oddly handsome — face of Dusty Baker, and not be impressed. I don’t know about you, but I see wisdom.
I see a mix of young and old: A pair of stylish frames I’d most certainly rock; a Phiten Tornado necklace; and some gray, some years, both in the mustache and soul patch that Baseball Lifer Baker wears so well.
I see a reflective man, one who ponders his place in the universe, who contemplates when he will be freed from the shackles of Bronson Arroyo.
I see a leader’s mustache; a manager’s mustache. Respect, Dusty Baker.
Image courtesy Reuters, via Daylife.
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