The band of brothers (sorry, our lone female contributor has
gone on hiatus) was talking Friday morning via chat about the opportunity
Dwight had gotten to meet his namesake, Doc Gooden. After the obligatory, “We wish we had him on
the staff now!” comments, it got me to thinking about Mets player encounters we’ve
experienced during our lifetimes. Some
of these I will recount I’ve mentioned before, some others are new. I’m not talking about the kind of shouting
from the stands which elicited a wave or a “hello” from the player – but encounters
with actual full sentence conversations.
Rusty Staub
I had the great pleasure of meeting Le Grande Orange on two separate
occasions. The first occurred as a child
at a Mets Welcome Home dinner where he was the most patient and gracious of the
players when it came to making time to sign autographs for the fans in
attendance. The second was when he had
his restaurant on 5th Avenue when I took an employee to do her
performance review. Little did I know
the big guy was going to come to our table to check on how we liked our
meal. He sat down with us to chat for
awhile and afterwards my employee confessed she didn’t know who he was.
Willie Mays
After his playing days just ended, he apparently signed on
to do autograph tours which included a stop in Fairfield, NJ where I grew
up. He was there at a local department
store and I was one of the last kids on line to hand him a pennant for his John
Hancock. It was apparently the end of a
long day, but Willie still took the time to talk to us, laugh with us and even
stood up to show one youngster how better to grip his bat.
Rick Cerone
My friend Bill and I traveled to see the Newark Bears
independent minor league team play in their hometown stadium. While off in quest of beer, Bill, a lifelong
Yankee fan, turns and says, “Reese, you know this guy!” and I looked up to see
someone in street clothes coming up the stairs.
It took a moment to register but it was Rick Cerone who was the then
owner of the Newark Bears franchise. We
walked over to the stands, got our beer and reminisced mostly about Bill’s
recollections during his days in the Bronx.
Pete Alonso
When covering the Las Vegas 51s when they came to play the
El Paso Chihuahuas last year I got some one-on-one time interviewing the
recently crowned Rookie of the Month of April.
He was gracious, funny and threw some shade on his buddy Jeff McNeil who
got the call to the big club before he did.
Wally Backman
The first year I was invited into the El Paso Chihuahuas
press box I was kind of caught off guard when they invited us down to the
locker room after the game. I sheepishly
asked about going to the 51s locker instead, and when I was surprisingly escorted
over there I was unprepared for interviews since I hadn’t known it was an
option. At that time they actually
brought me into the locker room where the players were changing out of their
uniforms to shower and prepare to leave the stadium. I then realized that without numbers and
names for ID purposes, I was kind of at a loss as to whom I should interview
since I couldn’t readily identify many of them.
I did see Kirk Nieuwenhuis who had just that day been demoted, so I didn’t
think he’d be in a particularly good mood.
So when the media guy asked who I wanted to see I blurted out, “the
manager, Wally Backman.” Wally gave me
about 40 minutes of good stuff, much of with was, in typical Wally fashion,
unsuitable for printing.
Benny Agbayani
On a company outing we were in the picnic area behind the
Mets bullpen at Shea Stadium. Benny was
playing LF and during pitching changes and between innings he would come over
to our group to chat with us. He was
just a fun-loving (though absent minded) player who probably got more out of
his talent than most expected. It was
not surprising, therefore, to see Bobby Valentine tap him to come to Japan with
him.
There were many other encounters with lesser players,
interview subjects and some broadcasters, but these memories stuck out more
than others. I’m curious to find out
from our readers what Mets crossed their paths, how did it happen and was it a
good experience or a bad one?
2 comments:
I ran into Simeon Woods Richardson while in his civvies this spring...and did not recognize him. I also got to meet Pastor Darryl Strawberry at a men's conference. Preaching about living right. 100s of mostly black and Hispanic men were glued to what he was saying. Seems dead serious about his new career...not a lark. If I can find the picture of me, him and my wife, I'll post it.
Rusty was a true gentleman. Started out with the Houston Colt 45s.
I will stay out of this post with my encounters.
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