41 Seaver Way

[G-Fafif]

Naming ceremonies happening now on SNY, streaming where you'd expect.

[batmagadanleadoff]

Typical cheap ass, a day late and a dollar short Mets. They do this when maybe Seaver's out of his mind. And if he's not, he might still forget everything 40 minutes from now. Who knows what world hell be in by the time that statue is unveiled? Citi Field's in its 11th season already.

[kcmets]

It's kind of nice that it's being done before this weekend so the anniversary crowds

can see and enjoy it.

[batmagadanleadoff]

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It's kind of nice that it's being done before this weekend so the anniversary crowds

can see and enjoy it.

[kcmets]

It wouldn't be the same as what I mean, Uncle Grumpster...

[ashie62]

I like it! Reminds me of the Beatles "Blue Jay Way"

[G-Fafif]

Nicely executed presentation. Howie's a masterful master of ceremonies. Stunning to realize the grown woman speaking on Seaver's behalf was the same little Sarah who appeared in the yearbook's family section annually. She (and Howie) underscored that Tom is aware of this honor.



Entrance looks good. Statue announced. Model flashed on screen, no details.



Cardinal Dolan placed Rusty Staub on ‘69 Mets. Citi Field's NYC council member essentially read from Wikipedia. Jeff Wilpon revealed he was at ‘69 Series. Many teammates visible in audience. A Let's Go Mets chant arose at end.



Nice start to hopefully a lovely tribute weekend.

[kcmets]

Thanks for the happy recap, dvr'd and looking forward to it.

[batmagadanleadoff]

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It wouldn't be the same as what I mean, Uncle Grumpster...

[Guest 41Forever]

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Perfect.

[Guest 41Forever]

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[Johnny Lunchbucket]

Not for nothing but you don;t put the address on the back of your house do you?

[kcmets]

Maybe that's where the mail gets delivered?

[Guest 41Forever]

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Maybe that's where the mail gets delivered?

[G-Fafif]

Side street, entrance to offices. Roosevelt Ave is still Roosevelt Ave.



They need to stencil 41 on the curb as well.

[Edgy MD]

http://content.sny.tv/assets/images/1/6/2/308531162/raw.jpg> Perfect.

I might quickly question why the rubber is two feet from the back of the mount, leading to him pitching uphill(?). Also the mound shouldn't be sculpted metal, but actually be a dirt mound.



When these things fail, it's because the artist isn't talking to baseball experts, and baseball experts not trusting their own opinions about art, wash their own hands. In the end, the ultimate product is an attempt to mollify the public, but not judged by any other meaningful standard before unveiling. And that's how the MLK memorial ended up featuring the most mis-representative and out-of-context quote.

[Guest 41Forever]

Note that it is described as a graphic representation and not the actual statue, so I think they'll be able to tinker with the details. I think the pose is perfect.

[kcmets]

I wonder if the likely countless restraining orders covering the area around

the front office entrance have to be ammended with the new address.



Anyone get anything in the mail?

[Edgy MD]

=41Forever post_id=14387 time=1561656463 user_id=69]
Note that it is described as a graphic representation and not the actual statue, so I think they'll be able to tinker with the details. I think the pose is perfect.

[Johnny Lunchbucket]

TOM SEAVER...AND HIS MOUND! Tom Seaver: that powerful right arm. Tom Seaver: the player that truly put the SHEA...in Shea Stadium. Although Tom Seaver never threw that auspicious NO-HITTER (in a New York Mets uniform) that lifelong Mets fans have always yearned for with each spring passing. Although Tom Seaver was NEVER "THAT PERFECT"...indeed he almost was each and every time he took the mound in his oh so picture perfect Tom Seaver, number 41 of the New York Mets, way! It was in his mechanics... and he had the mechanics to "do it" almost every time. Seaver on the rubber he glides back with ball in glove over his head she goes; he powers back now balances on his thunderous and powerful right thigh now; and then a push and push and push till his right knee knew very well it was about to nurse and nudge its way ever so gently across the dusty dirt and mound out at Shea and like a shot from heaven straight towards home -a strike was called before he even threw it - before the umpire had even saw it - for each batter knew that much for sure. For Seaver had it upstairs more than most and downstairs as well where his lower body strength became as powerful as that wonderous right arm of his that everyone knew about and spoke about in time. Tom Seaver number 41 it was a matter of class each and every time he took the mound. Oh wouldn't Seaver's class act stick out like a statement hardly made in the sporting world of today?

[Edgy MD]

PLEASE let the plaque say that.

[MFS62]

It must be why in the post game interview, he would never say "I threw the wrong pitch", or " I hung one", or "I threw a good pitch and he just got it".

It was always,"My mechanics were bad".



Later

[G-Fafif]

Sarah and her sister Annie are all grown up now, which is not the least bit surprising in light of how calendars work, but still. Little Sarah Lynne, her own sons in attendance, stands at the podium speaking on behalf of her mom and dad. Dad, we know, can't be here today for this ceremony nor this weekend for the fiftieth-anniversary celebration of the 1969 Mets' world championship, captured against the Orioles, all odds and without Rusty Staub. It was gratifying to pick out Jerry Koosman, Cleon Jones, Jerry Grote and Bud Harrelson in the front row of the audience. It was dispiriting understanding why Tom, back in California suffering from dementia, couldn't and can't join them. I look forward to the reunion of those who will be there. I will be there standing and applauding for the team that introduced me to the wonders of baseball. But I will miss Tom something fierce. When Sarah spoke for her parents, I felt somewhat better. She assured us Tom and Nancy are still out in Napa Valley diligently taking care of one another and their vineyard. She quoted Tom on the subject of working one's “rear end” off. As soon as she said that, I heard Tom's voice and smiled. Then the curtain was pulled off the nameplate at the side entrance to Citi Field. 41 Seaver Way looked so good, so appropriate, as if that's where the Mets had always resided. Sure, absolutely, this should have been done when Tom Seaver could have been there to take it all in, but, ultimately, the important thing is it's there for everybody who comes to a Mets game to see now and for as much forever as a ballpark can produce. Same with the statue. The past is baseball's gift to its fans. Any reminder of the best of its past is eternally welcome. Parents and children, friends and acquaintances, diehards and tourists will all show up at Shea's successor and pause before a larger-than-life version of the pitcher who was larger than life to a franchise. Who was and forever will be the Franchise. They will see the street signs. They will think about and talk about Seaver Way and Seaver's ways. Tom won't be there, but his spirit will come alive. True, I won't any longer be able to send a check or money order for $1.50 to 123-01 126th St., Flushing, N.Y. 11368 to receive my copy of the all-new revised edition of the Mets Official Yearbook, which includes a handsome full-color team picture suitable for framing…but I probably wasn't go to be able to do that anymore anyway.

More http://www.faithandfearinflushing.com/2019/06/28/way-to-go/here.

[Guest 41Forever]

Sarah and her sister Annie are all grown up now, which is not the least bit surprising in light of how calendars work, but still. Little Sarah Lynne, her own sons in attendance, stands at the podium speaking on behalf of her mom and dad. Dad, we know, can't be here today for this ceremony nor this weekend for the fiftieth-anniversary celebration of the 1969 Mets' world championship, captured against the Orioles, all odds and without Rusty Staub. It was gratifying to pick out Jerry Koosman, Cleon Jones, Jerry Grote and Bud Harrelson in the front row of the audience. It was dispiriting understanding why Tom, back in California suffering from dementia, couldn't and can't join them. I look forward to the reunion of those who will be there. I will be there standing and applauding for the team that introduced me to the wonders of baseball. But I will miss Tom something fierce. When Sarah spoke for her parents, I felt somewhat better. She assured us Tom and Nancy are still out in Napa Valley diligently taking care of one another and their vineyard. She quoted Tom on the subject of working one's “rear end” off. As soon as she said that, I heard Tom's voice and smiled. Then the curtain was pulled off the nameplate at the side entrance to Citi Field. 41 Seaver Way looked so good, so appropriate, as if that's where the Mets had always resided. Sure, absolutely, this should have been done when Tom Seaver could have been there to take it all in, but, ultimately, the important thing is it's there for everybody who comes to a Mets game to see now and for as much forever as a ballpark can produce. Same with the statue. The past is baseball's gift to its fans. Any reminder of the best of its past is eternally welcome. Parents and children, friends and acquaintances, diehards and tourists will all show up at Shea's successor and pause before a larger-than-life version of the pitcher who was larger than life to a franchise. Who was and forever will be the Franchise. They will see the street signs. They will think about and talk about Seaver Way and Seaver's ways. Tom won't be there, but his spirit will come alive. True, I won't any longer be able to send a check or money order for $1.50 to 123-01 126th St., Flushing, N.Y. 11368 to receive my copy of the all-new revised edition of the Mets Official Yearbook, which includes a handsome full-color team picture suitable for framing…but I probably wasn't go to be able to do that anymore anyway. More http://www.faithandfearinflushing.com/2019/06/28/way-to-go/here.

Wonderful.

[G-Fafif]

Thanks Dave. I mean 41 Forever.

[G-Fafif]

Joe Posnanski has been producing one sublime essay per day on the 100 Greatest ballplayers ever leading into Opening Day for the Athletic. They are carefully ordered by the author without the players being strictly ranked, 100 through 1. Joe DiMaggio is 56. Jackie Robinson is 42. And, naturally, in today's entry, https://theathletic.com/1597144/2020/02/15/the-baseball-100-no-41-tom-seaver/?source=shared-articleTom Seaver is 41.



What I really appreciate is Posnanski coming at so many familiar figures from lesser-explored angles. His Seaver essay doesn't dwell on everything every Mets fan knows, instead focusing on Joe having watched Tom do his thing late in his career (pitching against his Indians in 1985) and diving into Seaver's characteristically cerebral book, How I Would Pitch to Babe Ruth. Still, he captures the essence of the Franchise as we knew him best.

In his youth, at his best, he blended a blistering fastball with a heart-stopping curveball with a vicious slider with a flawless motion that looked like it was pulled out of a “How to Pitch” pop-up book with a toughness that came from his time in the Marines. And that mind! Everybody talked from the start about Seaver's pitching mind. He seemed to know, instinctively, exactly what pitch to throw at exactly what time.

It's a fitting tribute to an immortal of the game, but so is every article in the series.

[Guest 41Forever]

Joe Posnanski has been producing one sublime essay per day on the 100 Greatest ballplayers ever leading into Opening Day for the Athletic. They are carefully ordered by the author without the players being strictly ranked, 100 through 1. Joe DiMaggio is 56. Jackie Robinson is 42. And, naturally, in today's entry, https://theathletic.com/1597144/2020/02/15/the-baseball-100-no-41-tom-seaver/?source=shared-articleTom Seaver is 41. What I really appreciate is Posnanski coming at so many familiar figures from lesser-explored angles. His Seaver essay doesn't dwell on everything every Mets fan knows, instead focusing on Joe having watched Tom do his thing late in his career (pitching against his Indians in 1985) and diving into Seaver's characteristically cerebral book, How I Would Pitch to Babe Ruth. Still, he captures the essence of the Franchise as we knew him best. In his youth, at his best, he blended a blistering fastball with a heart-stopping curveball with a vicious slider with a flawless motion that looked like it was pulled out of a “How to Pitch” pop-up book with a toughness that came from his time in the Marines. And that mind! Everybody talked from the start about Seaver's pitching mind. He seemed to know, instinctively, exactly what pitch to throw at exactly what time. It's a fitting tribute to an immortal of the game, but so is every article in the series.

That was tremendous! Just yesterday I took advantage of a half-off subscription sale and signed up for the Athletic. Good timing.

[Edgy MD]

I recall Seaver using his curveball just to show, working mostly with the fastball and slider. Am I misremembering?