The great ones keep riding off into the sunset.
RIP...he was a distant relative. So distant I didn’t realize he was still alive
I saw a documentary on him a few months ago. I do recall now that he had been ill.
Rest In Peace...
A sad day for old NY Mets fans like me.
Wow Tom Terrific had left us. Hell of a pitcher. Dementia at 75 is early, lime disease? Calistoga is fairly rural, maybe he got bit by a tic on a walk?
Sad. Lyme disease can be pretty bad depending which type you get (effects different areas) and how soon it’s diagnosed and treated.
Tom Terrific
Why doesn’t Pelosi or Hillary or Biden croak instead?
Satan could probably tell us.
“Blind people come to the ballpark just to listen to him pitch.” — Reggie Jackson
RIP Tom Terrific! You were always one of the good guys!
Unfortunately, you’d not recognize your sport today.
Tom Terrific was just that. In my almost 60 years of following baseball, Tom Seaver is my choice as the best RH pitcher.
I use to have his autograph and on his Topps baseball card which I lost. I got it in the early 1970s when I played on a little league team and they let us come to the front seats at Shea stadium and the players came over to sign autographs, something I never see them do today. They were good guys, RIP Tom.
May he rest in God’s eternal peace.
Doesn't seem that long ago. Hard to believe he was 75.
May Tom rest in peace.
Condolences to his family.
One of my biggest childhood heros
Memory Eternal!
Game Called.
Across the field of play
the dusk has come, the hour is late.
The fight is done and lost or won,
the player files out through the gate.
The tumult dies, the cheer is hushed,
the stands are bare, the park is still.
But through the night there shines the light,
home beyond the silent hill.
Game Called.
Where in the golden light
the bugle rolled the reveille.
The shadows creep where night falls deep,
and taps has called the end of play.
The game is done, the score is in,
the final cheer and jeer have passed.
But in the night, beyond the fight,
the player finds his rest at last.
Game Called.
Upon the field of life
the darkness gathers far and wide,
the dream is done, the score is spun
that stands forever in the guide.
Nor victory, nor yet defeat
is chalked against the players name.
But down the roll, the final scroll,
shows only how he played the game.
-Grantland Rice
RIP
I must say though, I lost a lot of respect for Tom, after reading Chico Escuela’s “Bad Stuff Bout The Mets”, when Chico told about how Tom took up two parking spaces.
“Tom Terrific.” He was the most brilliant pitcher in an era of brilliant pitchers. I saw him pitch many times at Shea. My Uncle was the head greenskeeper at Greenwich CC in CT where Seaver was a member when he pitched for the Mets, and according to my Uncle, he was the nicest, most genuine, and down to earth person he ever met. RIP. (And yes, I have tears in my eyes.)