He was born.
He picked up a baseball.
He threw it.
He was about to be as good at it as anyone who has ever lived.
He joined a baseball team that had been as bad at its profession as any group that works with baseballs had ever been.
He made them better.
Everyone in his midst matured.
All of them […]
Sure, you could’ve sent Tom Seaver a birthday card today — or at least written “Happy Birthday, Tom” on a Post-It note and stuck it to the cork atop a bottle of GTS Cabernet Sauvignon en route to toasting the Franchise — but there’s a better way to greet the day the Met who gave […]
Saluting No. 41 on the Empire level (couldn't find his statue).
It’s amazing how the memory of Seaver’s greatness has faded in New York over the last 20 years. Pitchers whose accomplishments are anywhere near Seaver’s might have been expected to have gained in reputation from having pitched 12 seasons under the scrutiny of New […]
Happy 64th to the greatest vintner in Mets history. He’s not shy about his ranking.
One day late, but Happy 44th to our former chief surgeon.
Mid-November is a very good week for pitchers, too, no?
This weekend, in honor of November 17 being Tom Seaver’s 63rd birthday, we offer you the following eleven pitchers…
Kevin Brown (not to be confused with the Kevin Brown who hit the wall for the Yankees in 2004 or the Kevin Brown who pitched two innings for the Mets in 1990), Ron Darling, Sid Fernandez, Wes […]
There was about a five-second window when all was right with the New York Mets, when Tom Seaver and Dwight Gooden wore Met uniforms together. This was June 6, 1987, the day after Gooden returned from drug rehab to beat the Pirates and the day Seaver began his final attempt at pitching after injury and […]
After his wildly wonderful 1983 homecoming, it was a kick in the gut (and probably lower) to watch Tom Seaver say goodbye a second time after a rightfully downcast Frank Cashen left him unprotected in the monstrosity known as the free agent compensation pool in January of ’84. The Chicago White Sox chose Tom Terrific to […]
It was so great to have Tom Seaver come home again on April 5, 1983, almost six seasons beyond the wretched trade that turned him into an ex-Met.
Tom Seaver and I have this much in common: We had crappy 32nd birthdays. Mine culminated in a cafeteria at C.W. Post on New Year’s Eve 1994. But never mind me.
Tom’s? Well, I don’t know where he was coaxed into “celebrating” by well-meaning/misguided/übertouchy relatives on November 17, 1976, but I do know that thirty years […]