The best part is that it is happening near the start of a road trip. If they sprung it on people at a home game, the toilets would clog from all the 60-year-old white guys taking angry shits, and they might take it out on the player.
Here, it happens on the road, and hopefully by the time the team gets back home, he has a handful of games under his belt, maybe a few hits, and maybe a stolen base or two. Howie Rose won't even be calling the game to make a note of it and the Mets' other two radio broadcasters are too young to even remember Carter.
It would have been easier if they stuck it on the back of an Austin Slater or Andy Ibáñez first, though.