Stricken with toe gout is not the way most Giants fans will remember Kirk Rueter, at least not fans who have a warm organ nestled deep among their otherwise cold sabermetric bones. He was lucky, he was crafty, he was funny-looking, he invited all the guys to his big-ass backyard Shed in the St. Louis suburbs and even made hats with "Woody's Shed" on them (how cool is that?).
He thrived at times with a great sinker, but he never re...
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