dinosaur jesus wrote: I haven't been coming here because baseball is one of those things that's been too painful to think about this year. But I have to pay my respects to my first baseball hero. I've had various infatuations since, but he's still the one. When I look at footage of him--there's disappointingly little of him in his prime--just the way he moved, the angle of his knee when he raised it near his chest, the the delivery, even the angle of his wrist as he caught the throw back from Grote, is instantly familiar, completely distinctive, forty-five or more years later. I didn't live in New York, I only saw him pitch once in person, I didn't share my fandom with anyone in the Pirate country where I grew up, but I think I felt as much as any of you what he meant, what he was. What can I even say about him? He was Tom Seaver. Yeah! The angle of his glove. His total confidence and self assurance. I was just a dumb kid and a girl to boot but that kind of thing was noticeable to someone looking for the answers to life and maturity Not my favorite Met by a long shot but dang, anyone from any walk of life could admire Tom And Nancy omg