Before I ever
realized the joy of geekdom, I was, believe it or not, a baseball fan. Well, I
guess I can't say "fan", but I watched much more of it than I do now.
Granted, my enjoyment of baseball probably stemmed from my father's love of the
game. As often as he could he would pack up the family
and we would head out to the stadium to watch a game. His favorite team? The
New York Mets and, as an extension, they quickly became my favorite team. The era?
1986.
I saw a few
games during the '86 Mets' season so I'm quite familiar with the winning team.
Consisting of Keith Hernandez, Mookie Wilson, HoJo, and pre-coke Darryl
Strawberry and Dwight "Doc" Gooden, the '86 Mets were a joy to watch.
I didn't quite grasp all of the rules of the game, but I loved being at the
field, under the sun, watching the games with my family. My favorite part of the entire experience was the giant Apple
that would spring out of the top hat at the back of the field whenever a home
run was hit.
My favorite
player on the team was Gary Carter. When I heard of his passing last week, I
was devastated. Though I haven't been a fan of baseball in years, or even
thought of the man until he hit the news with word of his recent brain cancer, I
was still affected emotionally by his passing. I remember the way he played
with intensity, dropping to his knees to catch an errant pop-fly. He brought an
excitement to the game that audiences don't see nowadays. He played for the
love of the game. Sure, he probably made a good living out of it too, but he was
still getting paid to do what he loved. His attitude toward the game is what earned him the nickname "The Kid".
As an 11-time All-Star, his contributions to the game of baseball are evident, as are his
contributions to the New York Mets' franchise. His RBI in Game 5 of the '86
World Series brought the Mets to a win over the Houston Astors and set the
stage to win the series in Game 6. Carter was often accused of being self-absorbed during
his tenure with the Montreal Expos, but he didn't come off like that in the
eyes of a 6-year old. All I saw was a grown man who was as excited about
baseball as I was.
Gary Carter
passed away on February 16, 2012 at the age of 57. His passing doesn't change
my opinion of the current state of baseball, or even bring me back into the
fold of being a baseball fan. I will always remember the man as a childhood
idol, someone who brought me hours of entertainment and enjoyment. Though sad,
death is truly a part of life, and something that everyone must deal with at
some point. When the world lost Gary Carter, a part of the 6-year-old in me
died as well.
R.I.P. Gary
Carter, April 8, 1954 - February 16, 2012
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