It's not tough to read between the lines to see that Tom and Nancy are bitter at the Mets and were actively rooting for San Francisco. Perhaps it's the statue thing (legitimate gripe). Perhaps it's that he wasn't included on the SNY team when it launched (sour grapes in my book). But without question, the Seavers are bitter. He doesn't remember rooting for the Giants? I'll tell you. I may not remember a particular Mets-Brewers game in 2011, but I can say unequivocally, that I was rooting for the Mets. But whatever. He can root for whoever he wants. The Mets were his employers. He has no obligation to be a fan. I know for most here, the name Seaver is revered. But for me, I never witnessed it. I have faint memories of an aging Seaver in '83, and an unsuccessful comeback in '87. My direct memories are of an unlikeable, annoying announcer who displayed open contempt for modern day players. He is also an ass. My son and I have ridden in elevators with two baseball players in our lifetimes. One of them was Derek Jeter, at home, in his own time, when he had no obligation to say anything to anyone. The other was Tom Seaver, at Shea Stadium, during a game. Jeter could not have been more gracious, welcoming and friendly, and seeming a really down to earth guy. Seaver was the exact opposite. Stone-faced, staring straight ahead, making it evident with his body language that he wanted no part of talking to the little boy looking up at him. Fuck the Seavers, I say.