Atticus   

I’m not sure which is my favorite story: (1) The time when he pulled off the road and stripped to his underwear because he didn’t want to get his clothes sweaty on the drive in his non-air-conditioned truck to take his wife out on their first date or (2) the time he struggled to retrieve a base hit from the empty potato-chip bag into which it rolled – and then accidentally heaved it directly into an empty plastic grocery bag that went airborne just as he was making the throw.

But it’s hard not to love a guy like Lance Berkman. He sleeps in the clubhouse before games. He didn’t mince words when it came to Roger Clemens. And he’s having a pretty good year for the dismal Astros.