I'm not a fan of those early '80s illustrated Mets yearbook covers. I generally love good artworked covers and I lament the near extinction of an illustrated magazine cover these days, where the formula for most every magazine today seems to be to slap a photo of a celebrity on the front. But those early '80s Mets covers miss the mark. To my eyes, there seems to be something off about those covers. It's in the execution. Those covers come off as amateurish. Also, this era marks, for me, my first loss of interest in Mets yearbooks. As Greg alluded to earlier (I think), these yearbooks began an irreversible trend of distancing themselves from the template of earlier Mets yearbooks -- the ones I cut my teeth on -- which I think mark the high point of Mets yearbooks. Player summaries that were kid friendly yet didn't insult the intelligence of an adult -- and I know this from reading those same yearbooks decades later. Compelling photographs that captured the warmth, the camaraderie, rivalries and quirky moments of a typical baseballf season. Pictures with so much to tell. The future soulless action shots that would all but replace these snapshots into the lives of baseball players were, by comparison, distant and emotionless.