In case you missed it, this was released a few hours before the passing of Gary Carter
image courtesy of Mets Blog
#IMWITH28 | The 7 Line | For the Fans. By the Fans.
Goon and I are pretty excited about this. If you’re an #imwith28 you’re gonna want one of these. I have to score a green one for myself.
Thanks to The 7 Line for rolling with us on this one and head on over to The 7 Line to get yours.
Our friends over at MetsPolice.com hit us up about printing up some #IMWITH28 (popular twitter hash tag) tees and we loved the idea so much that offered up a partnership. We teamed up to bring you these tees in honor of our #28. We obviously have faith in the man and pulling for him to have a solid year in 2012.
These will be available on BLUE tees (seen above) and also a special limited edition run of GREEN for St. Patrick’s day.
The shirts will be going up tonight on our webstore as a PRE-SALE. They will be printed and shipped in time for St. Patrick’s day.
Mets: Do not retire 8 now, you had your chance
The Times asks…
Some in the Mets organization also admit that the team wants to be fair to other members of the 1986 Championship team, including Hernandez, who played longer in New York, and Darryl Strawberry, who still owns the franchise records for home runs and runs batted in.
Perhaps it is time to revisit the issue. Carter’s statistics on the Mets may not leap off the page, but he was the glue that held the team’s pitching staff together
Look, there were about 20 years to retire the number. If it was the right thing to do then they should have done it and the man could have been there and enjoyed the day. Doing it now is just the Mets being reactionary Mets.
Let 8 sit next to 24 in the unused pile, and if some day the right player comes along then give it to him (or her).
More to say about this one I finish off my eBook Send The Beer Guy coming soon (although I need to re-write the Carter chapter.)
Seven Years, Eight Wishes « Faith and Fear in Flushing
I had planned to congratulate the great Faith and Fear on their anniversary, but it was not a time for celebration this weekend after the passing of Gary Carter.
As a new week begins, some sage advice from Greg Prince:
Don’t boycott what you love. My tenth-grade social studies teacher learned I was a Mets fan. I’m a Mets fan, too, he told me, but I hope they lose every game they play this year. HUH? I gasped. The year was 1979, the depths of de Roulet, and he wanted the team sold ASAP. I got it but I couldn’t quite go with so draconian a solution. (The Mets were kind enough to forge a middle ground, losing merely 99 times and only then going on the market.) In that vein, I get the notion that an inoccupation of Citi Field theoretically speeds along certain transactions that may seem necessary in light of where the franchise has undeniably gone awry…but why wholly deprive yourself in the interim? Don’t want to overly support the Mets? You can curb your habit, I suppose. Yet you’re not sitting there rubbing your hands together over news of the veritable swallows returning to Port St. Capistrano only to turn your nose up if someone asks you to go to a game in 2012. I never try to spend anybody else’s money, but I’d advise investing in at least one game this season. Why? Because when the season ends, there won’t be any more for another six months.
Patrick’s Gary Carter Memory
This came in as an email a few days ago but it took me a while to ask Patrick if he’d mind if I posted his email, and then I went skiing yesterday.
Shannon,
I’m a huge Mets’ fan and a frequent visitor to Metspolice.com. You actually just retweeted me this morning (@patricksesty).
Yesterday, the first baseball player I ever rooted for died. As horrible as this is to say, I’m more upset about Gary Carter’s passing than I am when some of my family members pass on. I grew up in Freehold, NJ and the Mets were my team from a very young age. When I was 7, there was a baseball card store in either Howell or Brick, I can’t remember. Every so often, they would have players in to sign autographs. When Gary Carter went, my parents made sure I was going to meet him since he was my guy. It was so long ago but I remember being very, very excited. After it was my turn to meet him, I froze. I think he noticed that and was extra nice to me. I got a ball and 8 x 10 signed, both of which I still have.
Fast forward eight years. My family moved down to South Florida. As you know, Gary and his family reside in Palm Beach Gardens. One night, we were out to eat at Olive Garden and Gary and his family are eating about two tables down from us. He was a huge celebrity at the restaurant that night, which kind of surprised me because I didn’t think that half those people would even know who Gary Carter was. The staff was telling every table that Gary Carter was eating there tonight, which struck me as odd. Usually, when an athlete or celebrity is out, they don’t like to be bothered – especially when they’re actually eating, let alone eating with their wife and children. People walked up to him all night, asking for autographs, photos or just to shake his hand. Never once did he turn anyone away.
I don’t now why I’m writing you this email. Maybe I just needed to say these things and figured you could appreciate it. Gary was always my mom’s favorite player because she thought he was so good looking. When she called me yesterday, I had to cut the conversation short because I thought I might start to cry a little on the phone – and I never cry. It’s because of Gary Carter that I love the Mets and baseball so much. A wonderful part of my childhood died yesterday.
We’re all a little worse off living in a world without Gary Carter. I guess heaven needed a catcher and who better to have behind the plate than Gary.
Thanks,
Patrick
P.S. I’ve attached some photos for you. Two are of me getting his
autograph (you can actually see my left arm in one of the pictures,
wearing my little Mets’ jersey and Mets’ hat, to the right of the
photo), one is of a Gary Carter picture that I’ve had since I was 5 or
6. It used to hang in my bedroom. When I moved to Arizona a few
years ago, I brought it with me and still have it hanging in my
bedroom out here. Finally, the last photo is of my autographed
picture he signed for me. The baseball is at my parents’ house in New
Jersey.
