Cecil Fielder should’ve worn baggy pants. He used to be able to dunk a basketball. He named his son Prince (does he think he’s a king?). He struck out three more times than he hit. I only remember him from a flimsy Detroit Tigers card I got in a cereal box and a season-and-a-half with the Yankees. But I think he was good sometimes, and I know his name makes no sense. Nothing, really, about Cecil Fielder makes any sense. That’s why he’s the first baseman of the 90s.