The act of Remembering Some Guys, as depicted in the Let’s Remember Some Guys video series and as it is lived around the world, is an inherently social experience. It is of course possible to Remember Guys on your own; if you see me on the subway wearing a faraway look and a faint grin, there is a decent chance that I’m remembering Desi Relaford or Mike Devereaux or Oddibe McDowell at that moment. But, fundamentally, Guy Remembering is something that people do together. It is nice when there are baseball cards involved to help us along. It is honestly kind of strange when there is also a video camera involved but you eventually get used to it. This is what I’m told, anyway.

In this installment, all of the ingredients are in place. There is a pack of 1990 Topps baseball cards, positively bursting with podgy goofballs of yore. There is Tim Britton, then of the Providence Journal and now the new Mets beat writer for The Athletic, and his various memories of various guys. There was a video camera as well, and from me fucking up the literal name of the video series at the beginning through to Larry Sheets’s prominent brows and more completely unmotivated hostility towards Nolan Ryan, this video is proof that the camera was, in fact, on. The work of Remembering Guys never stops—it is a life pursuit. Here is this portion of that journey.