Last week we pondered just how terrifying light switch covers became when their background images turned the physical switch incredibly phallic.
I figured the horror ended with the Pens, contained in some sort of team-specific repressed memory. Only Pops himself, the late Willie Stargell, is now dragged into this mess. Don't get me wrong, I love Pops. One of my most-loved possessions is my old minor league hat from when I was like 10 after I got it signed by Stargell. But I now cannot imagine Pops in any other way than with a raging switch everywhere. This isn't how it's supposed to be.