another Shea memory, prompted by Ububba’s thread…

sometime in the late seventies Davey Johnson, technically, worked for me…he was retired as a player and not yet a ML manager but it was obviously coming…he liked to dabble in Florida real estate – had a motel in town called the Second Sack – had gotten a real estate license and needed a brokerage to place it with…I had a small office and was happy to oblige…on one condition …

When he got his first Manager’s job in the Majors he would let me spend one game in the dugout, that was the deal…fantasy would be fulfilled…up to about that time memory says there was no formal policing of any dugout ban – it was possible or i wouldn’t have asked (maybe Ted Turner’s famous day in charge played a role in that ban eventually coming in)…

some years later I presented myself at the Players Entrance at Shea and asked for the Manager, Mr. Johnson, giving my name, requesting a dugout ‘pass’ and wondered if he would remember me…he did…sorry, dugout not allowed these days was the predictable message back from him but he did arrange a seat for me on the favored thrones behind home plate which in those days were reserved for player’s family/friends…

en route to my seat i met two ‘names’ – wow! (you will note by now i was/am a total baseball groupie, albeit a male one) Ron Darling, in his physical prime, some years after his famous college pitching showdown with Frankie ‘Sweet Music’ Viola, the subject of a long article in the New Yorker… I couldn’t get over how big he was, how strong he looked – i was tall and rail thin, i felt dwarfed next to him – the shoulders, the chest, handshake, massive…way way pre PED, surely, he was immense…

the other person i was introduced to was Bobby Thomson, the shot heard around the world…we soon discovered we shared the same birthplace, Glasgow…he was charming, softly mannered, smartly dressed, the perfect gentleman…i wondered then as i still do now what it must feel like to know you will be remembered forever for something you accomplished…

the Players Wives section held one last surprise…Ray Knight was then playing third for the Mets and, yes, that surely had to be his wife two rows up – she was famous too, in her own right…dominating the LPGA tour for many years, decades before the current Asiatic invasion…Nancy Lopez was not a shrinking violet, physically, she hit the ball a mile and she snacked constantly throughout the game as if wishing to live up to her reputation…

that was my special day at the ballpark and my last visit to Shea…i miss it, i find the corporate blandness of the Madoff Mets anonymous by comparison. Happy Days!