Today’s piece …

… is on the horrible plight of Gary Carter.

Heartbreaking is an understatement.

7 thoughts on “Today’s piece …”

  1. Nice piece. I, unlike you, despise(d) the ’86 Mets for what they were. Arrogant delinquents. I never knew of that side (all sides) of Carter. I’ve heard and read lots of praise of his baseball talents, never considered him a great player and never knew of his greatness as a person. Life rarely is fair. Nice piece.

  2. That was a nice piece, Jeff. Well done.

    When I was a kid, Gary Carter was one of the ball players that I liked the least. I thought that he was a camera hog, not very genuine and he had a perm. Plus he was a key part of the tenth inning of Game Six (I was and still am a Red Sox fan). I held on to this perception for some time.

    But after reading your book, I began to look at Carter in a different light. He was a family man, seemed like a good guy, hustled and was a terrific ball player. I changed my mind on him. When I found out he was sick, it saddened me more than I anticipated.

    No one should have to go through something like this.

  3. What a great piece. Gary Carter is one of my idols and he is truly one of the classiest guys in the sports world. I was fortunate enough to have met and spend time with him on several occassions. I always told him that I would be at his induction to the baseball hall of fame and he would smile and thank me. In 2003, he got the call and I made sure I would be there and congratulate him in person. When he saw me in Cooperstown, he genuinely lit up and thanked me for making the trip. I thanked him right back for being such a wonderful human being. He is a true Hall of Famer in every sense of the word.

  4. For the last twenty-six or so years, a picture of Gary Carter has hung on the wall of my parents’ house in New Jersey. I am a baby in the picture, with a Mets hat on my head and a feeding tube up my nose, and Gary is kneeling next to me and smiling. I spent the first fourteen months of my life in a hospital, much of which I spent teetering on the edge of life and death. A good day in that first year was one in which it was certain that I would live to the next. The day that Gary Carter visited was one of the only great days.

    Gary Carter and Clint Hurdle visited the neonatal unit while I was there – this was probably 1985, though maybe late 1984. Gary spent time with my family and the hospital staff, and took the picture with me that still hangs on my parents’ wall. He brought light to my family during its darkest time. And now, as his family goes through some dark days, I can only hope that they will take solace in the impact he has had on countless others. My thoughts and prayers are with them.

  5. I think Jerry Izenberg said it best. In the book, “The Greatest Game Ever Played”, he wrote:

    “Gary Carter may come off like a clich√©, to the point where a lot of other players mistrust him, but the genuine article comes along so rarely it can be hard to recognize when it looks you in the eye”

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