Tom Seaver, the greatest pitcher in New York Mets franchise history, has passed away. He was 75.
It was revealed in 2019 that Seaver — a member of the Baseball Hall of Fame, the New York Mets Hall of Fame and the Mets Rewind Hall of Fame — had been diagnosed with dementia and would effectively retire from public life. Soon after the Mets announced that a statue would be erected to honor Seaver. In addition, the team changed the address Citi Field to 41 Seaver Way.
According to the Baseball Hall of Fame, Seaver passed away in his sleep from “complications of Lewy body dementia and COVID-19.”
Seaver pitched for the Mets from 1967-1977 and 1983. He won 311 career games, including 198 for the Mets. He was traded to the Cincinnati Reds on June 15, 1977. The news shocked Mets fans — and the baseball world.
“The impact was awesome,” said former Mets infielder Len Randle. “I had no idea a player could have that much impact on a city, since Joe Namath, I guess … it was a bad move.”
Dick Young, the New York Daily News reporter, lauded the deal, a decision that nearly killed him professionally – and over time personally. Young became a hatchet man for Mets’ Board Chairman Donald Grant. Seaver decided he didn’t want to leave until Young wrote a column slurring Seaver’s family. It capped a long campaign against Seaver and other Mets’ dissidents which began when Young’s son-in-law went to work for Grant.
“Getting Tom Seaver traded became Dick Young’s legacy,” said Jerry Koosman. “All the great things you do in your career, and you do one thing that’s not correct, and you get remembered for it. He’s never been forgiven … in New York.”
After the New York Mets traded Seaver on June 15, 1977, A. Bartlett Giamatti penned a farewell letter to Seaver for Harper’s Magazine. He wrote:
Shea Stadium is not Eden, and the picture of Tom and Nancy Seaver leaving its graceless precincts in tears did not immediately remind me of the Expulsion of Adam and Eve in the Brancacci Chapel. And yet, absorbing the feelings generated by Seaver’s departure from New York led me to the kind of inflated cogitation that links Masaccio and the Mets, if only because the feelings were so outsized and anguished and intense. After all, Brad Parks had gone to Boston, and Namath to Los Angeles, and Julius Erving to, if you will, Philadelphia. Clearly evil had entered the world, and mortality had fixed us with its sting. If Seaver is different, and evidently he is, the reasons must be sought somewhere other than in the columns of the daily press. In fact, the reasons for Seaver’s effect on us have to do with the nature of baseball, a sport that touches on what is most important in American life. Where Parks, Namath, and Erving are only superb at playing their sports, Seaver seems to embody his.
George Thomas Seaver almost did not become a Met. In February of 1966, the Atlanta Braves signed the University of Southern California undergraduate to a contract and assigned him to Richmond. At that point, Commissioner William Eckert stated that the signing violated the college rule. The contract was scrapped. USC, however, declared Seaver ineligible. The commissioner announced that any team, except Atlanta, matching the Richmond contract could enter a drawing for rights to negotiate. The Indians, the Phillies, and the Mets submitted to the wheel of fortune, the Mets were favored, and Seaver, signed in early April, went to Jacksonville of the International League. He was twenty-one and would spend one year in the minor leagues …
Of course Tom Seaver wanted money, and wanted money spent; he wanted it for itself, but he wanted it because, finally, Tom Seaver felt about the Mets the way the guy from Astoria felt about Seaver—he loved them for what they stood for and he wanted merit rewarded and quality improved. The irony is that Tom Seaver had in abundance precisely the quality that M. Donald Grant thinks he values most—institutional loyalty, the capacity to be faithful to an idea as well as to individuals. Grant ought to have seen that in Seaver; after all, the man worked for the Mets for eleven years. Grant ought to have had the wit to see a more spacious, generous version of what he prizes so highly in himself. Certainly the guy who had watched Seaver all those years knew it, knew Seaver was holding out for something, a principle that made sense in one who played baseball but that grew from somewhere within him untouched by baseball, from a conviction about what a man has earned and what is due him and what is right. The fan understood this and was devastated when his understanding, and Seaver’s principle, were not honored. The anguish surrounding Seaver’s departure stemmed from the realization that the chairman of the board and certain newspaper columnists thought money was more important than loyalty, and the fury stemmed from the realization that the chairman and certain writers thought everybody else agreed with them, or ought to agree with them.
On June 16, the day after Seaver was exiled to Cincinnati by way of Montreal, a sheet was hung from a railing at Shea bearing the following legend:
i was a
but now we’ve
I construe that text, and particularly its telling rhyme, to mean not that the author has lost faith in Seaver but that the author has lost faith in the Mets’ ability to understand a simple, crucial fact: that among all the men who play baseball there is, very occasionally, a man of such qualities of heart and mind and body that he transcends even the great and glorious game, and that such a man is to be cherished, not sold.
TOM SEAVER NEWS
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- ESPN: Tom Seaver, Hall of Fame pitcher and Mets legend, dies at 75
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