Well damn

Mets great Gary Carter’s brain cancer is worse and treatment will be discontinued. One of my favorite memories of fatherhood was watching Mets games on Channel 9 with my son John, then 3. We eventually visited his grandparents in western Florida and went down to a winter game (this was before the team moved to the east coast) held in a tiny, kind-of-run-down stadium that allowed spectators to sit almost in the laps of the players.

John knew the name of exactly one Met at that time: Gary Carter, so when Carter exited the stadium after the game and walked past us John went crazy, calling his name. Carter came over and spent – I don’t know, maybe 30 seconds? A minute? with John but he was so nice, so quiet and kind that it impressed me hugely. And made John’s day.

Icing on the cake for John, if not this Red Sox fan, was the Mets going on to win the Series that fall.

So this is very sad news.


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7 responses to “Well damn

  1. Sobbing

    Tears rolling down my cheeks right now – arrived in US 9/86 so you know where my heart lies …. class act.

  2. 24601

    Your little stories sometimes moves me..and this one is the grand daddy of them all. Life is often unfair and random.

  3. Phil McKracken

    Nice story — Carter has a very good rep and his former teammates absolutely love him…

    Tough guy and a very, very good player.

  4. Walt

    So Dude –
    Behind the gruff, road kill eating, gun loving, pissy curmudgeon, you actually have a feeling side and may actually be a human being? With a heart? Who knew? Or maybe you are just taking my advice, based our latest skills assessment, and going for a new image?

    But that is a pretty dicey move on your part. Pissy is your strength. Maybe your only one. You do pissy better than anyone on the planet !!
    So you better really think about going human. It may not be your strong suit, to the extent you have a strong suit. So think about it. OK?

    But the Kid really is a class act and I wish him and his family only the best during these trying times. And I am a Yankee fan. You Red Sox heathen.
    Your Pal,

  5. AJ

    I have just one thing to say: Billy Buckner.

  6. OG guy

    I had a very similar experience with Carter-same time and place. He stopped to let me take a picture of him and my son together. We came back the next day with the printed photo, which he graciously autographed with a personalized message. My son absolutely treasured that photo, and still does today at age 38.

  7. Anonymous

    And they’ll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They’ll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good and it could be again.