I’m going to tell you right now, Kelly Gruber was my favourite player as a kid. I was ridiculed significantly for this after the wheels fell off his career partway through the 1991 season, but I still maintain he was the best fielding third baseman the Blue Jays have ever had, and for a brief time he was the best hitting one as well.
But let’s be honest. This isn’t about his abilities as a ballplayer. This is about his haircut. The one. The only. The Kelly Gruber. It was more than a mullet. It was blond magnificence, flowing in the summer breeze. Just take a look at these examples:
The Kelly Gruber had power. About to unleash in 1990 Donruss:
The Kelly Gruber had assertiveness. “Just give us a damn minute,” it says in 1993 Upper Deck:
The Kelly Gruber put on third base clinics. Smooth as silk in 1989 Score:
The Kelly Gruber was an All-Star. 1991 Topps. Booya.
The Kelly Gruber was what all other mullets wished they could be.