Vintage Fridays: Pete Richert, 1968 Topps #354

I owe you a first-hand account of the dizzying highs and lows of last night's raucous 10-6 win over the Yankees. However, I am tired and grouchy tonight, so I leave you to stare in puzzlement at the misshapen clump of brown that passes for Pete Richert's hair. Somehow he seems to have a textbook flattop with wild, wayward locks sticking out from the sides. It's like he has hat hair, but only at the temples. What is this? Couldn't the photographer have said something? Maybe Pete just didn't give a flying fig. Good night, all.