Before he was a 2 time All Star, before he was a World Champion Chicago White Sox slugger, before he was head butting umpires and before he shared his thoughts on dinosaurs, Carl Everett was just a young talented outfielder on a crappy Mets team in 1995.
Here was was leaving the clubhouse that year. This was as close to me being a member of the paparazzi as I will ever be.
While visiting Whittier College, alma mater of Richard Nixon, I took a look at the free agent signing drought. I came up with a solution that included fixing the Mets ownership crisis as well.
I am not a crook in this episode of Sully Baseball.
While we are at it, enjoy the In Memoriam video.
I went to LOTS of Mets games in 1993 between by junior and senior years at NYU. TRUST ME, it was easy to get tickets. They were terrible, expensive and incredibly hostile to the fans. Hell, Vince Coleman threw firecrackers at some kids.
Lots of room to spread out at Shea in 1993!