Ah yes, let me be the first to respond to the '76 Garvey. Steve Garvey. The man I loved to hate. Of course I hated all of the late 70's Dodgers, but none of them quite encapsulated the loathing as much as Steve did. He looked like a statue up there. With something large lodged somwhere small. I am shocked he could even swing the bat, much less club single followed by double followed by homerun to beat my beloved losers the Giants time and time again. Maybe if I had grown up happier, or at least closer to L.A. I could have appreciated this mannequin-with-a-bat-come-to-life, but, unfortunately I didn't.
For those of you with me on this, remember the time Greg Minton struck him out sometime in the early 80's for the last out of a game with a sinker 2 feet outside that Garvey must have missed by 3 feet??!! Good times, good times.