When I see this haircut, the glorious, dark flowing mane they call The Eck, it makes me think of the following things:
-A heightened level of intensity on the mound.
-That one-eyed, sidearm delivery, frozen on so many baseball cards.
-The accompanying mustache.
-The days when the Oakland A’s were the big, bad guys and the Yankees were average.
-Robbie Alomar hitting a home run to turn the 1992 ALCS around.
-Hating Dennis Eckersley. Not because he was such a good pitcher on a team I couldn’t stand, but because he pulled off the same great flow for his entire career.