The freshly retired Pittsburgh Pirate slugger thinks Windwalker, a low-profile film with Trevor Howard as an aging Cheyenne warrior, was the best he saw in 1982. On the stereo these days he likes—sorry, Sister Sledge—any rendition of Midnight Train to Georgia. On television, old No. 8 seeks out any Jonathan Winters property. Taxi bores him because basically it has only one set. Willie was thrilled by the Martin Luther King Jr. biography Let the Trumpet Sound by Stephen Oates; Stargell had to pan Carl Sagan’s book Cosmos: “I didn’t understand any of it.” That’s okay, Willie; Carl probably can’t handle an inside curve, either.