The disgrace is that the Mets had 22 years to do the right thing based on performance, based on accomplishment, based on Gary Carter’s inviolable place in the collective heart of their fans. He is a Hall-of-Fame player who played the meat of his prime as a Met. He was the missing piece to a championship puzzle.
On a team forever remembered as much for its indefatigable bacchanalia as its baseball, Carter was one player you never feared would break the fans’ covenant of faith. He spent far more time in chapel and trainer’s room than saloon or casino. And from the moment the Mets released him on Nov. 14, 1989, there should’ve been a plan to invite him back for a Day, capital “D,” to put his number 8, forever, on the wall.
The Mets, being the Mets, never did that.
Carter is sick now, news that has devastated the Mets’ family and fan base. And the Mets face a disquieting choice now. Even an operation as tone-deaf as this ought to know that it should finally step up and do the right thing, have a day sometime in the next few months, put Carter’s 8 up on the wall next to 37, 14, 41 and 42.
Would it look like they would be reacting to the horrific news of Carter’s brain cancer? Maybe. And you know what? That’s tough. The Mets could’ve done the right thing on their own years ago.
Read more: GARY CARTER'S NUMBER 8 SHOULD BE RETIRED BY METS - MIKE VACCARO / NY POST
The Meck Report / Blog - June 2, 2011 - 1:15p