NY Mets legend Tom Seaver pulls off another miracle – on his vineyard with new highly-rated wine – NY Daily News

It was a pretty busy week and I had lots of leftovers…here’s one about GTS

That hasn’t changed. He still gets up at 5 every morning, dons his blue denim work clothes, attaches his clippers to his waistband and saunters out into the vineyard to tend to his grapes.

This is how Tom Seaver spends each day and why, save for a few public appearances in New York for the Mets and his annual trek to Cooperstown in late July as the unofficial “team captain” and social director of the returning Hall of Famers, it’s pretty hard to get him off the farm. Come time to harvest the grapes in the early fall, Seaver can be found on the top of a truck, engaging in the sorting process, before the grapes go down a conveyer belt into a giant steel vat. From there, they’re trucked across the valley to Outpost Winery on Howell Mountain where the wine is made.

“I’m just one of the worker bees,” Seaver says, proudly. “I’m with my grapes every step of the way. This is the greatest thing in the world.”

via NY Mets legend Tom Seaver pulls off another miracle – on his vineyard with new highly-rated wine – NY Daily News.

You know you want a Keith Hernandez Mets coat rack

Since the site chooses to list cocaine in the descriptor I choose not to link to the seller, but you have Google.  If you want one of these you might want to get moving.  Something tells me this I won’t be surprised to learn this isn’t a licensed product.

Also let’s blame the Wilpons for the script on the jersey.

Mets’ Choo Choo Coleman, 50 Years Later – NYTimes.com

Wonderful.

Charlie Neal, who roomed with Coleman in 1962, was ragging him in spring training of 1963, saying, “I bet you don’t know my name.” To which Coleman replied, “You No. 4.”

Then there is the Ralph Kiner story about interviewing Coleman in 1962, and asking, “What’s your wife’s name, and what’s she like?” Coleman replied, “Her name is Mrs. Coleman — and she likes me, bub.”

via Mets’ Choo Choo Coleman, 50 Years Later – NYTimes.com.