Every Friday, 7IS Contributor Ryan Henning will take a look at what’s happening in the life of a former, possibly forgotten player. You may not think it’s important, but it must be important to someone.
When I was a wee lad and the Twins were beginning to enter their decade long decline, I felt OK with growing fond of a National League. When all you did was look at the American League, those NL teams were rather exotic, and I liked the idea of becoming more enchanted with one of those teams. For a kid from Minnesota, there was no team more mysterious to me than the Montreal Expos. Throw in their bright red, white and blue color schemes (key for a kindergartner) and an awesome road trip that took the Hennings through Montreal and I was hooked. I always wanted to play the infield, and Tim Wallach soon became my favorite player.
Of course, my friend up the street had a very old version of Strat-O-Matic baseball that his dad had preserved from childhood. We would essentially close our eyes and pick teams, which meant one of us would get Matty or Felipe or Jesus Alou. Having never experienced the Alou era in person, we were stunned that three of them made it to the majors. Then Moises came along, and he was playing for the Expos! He became an instant favorite.
Of course, Alou would eventually move from team to team indiscriminately. He signed with the Marlins, got traded to the Astros, then signed with the Cubs, then the Giants and finally the Mets. He won a ring in 97 with the Marlins and was part of their dismantling effort after the season. He had a late career resurgence playing with Sammy Sosa, which is not at all suspicious. He was also the outfielder famous for the Bartman incident. Oh, and there was the whole thing that he peed on his hands, to “make them tougher”.
Today, Moises is out of the public spotlight, living with his wife, Austria (really!) and kids Percio, Kirby and Moises Jr.










