Number Forty-One: Dwight Evans.

My defense-loving little heart was madly in love with Dwight Evans, the possessor of no less than eight gold glove awards. He was, in fact, one of my very first baseball crushes--I blame the mustache. He kept game 6 of the 1975 World Series going by robbing Joe Morgan (and anyone who robs Joe Morgan deserves a reward; if someone could somehow rob him of his voice, then they should get their forty virgins on earth) of a home run and doubling off Griffey Senior in the eleventh. And the man learned to hit and became pretty good at that too.