Losing Tom Seaver the first time was awful. Losing him the second time was even worse. But the day that the guy who helped me forget Terrific (or at least move on) and the guy who replaced the guy that helped me forget Terrific were sent packing was almost too much for this kid from Brooklyn:
It’s not always about what these guys had left, or what was brought back. Sometimes it’s just about guys we love. Stats and logic be damned.