Sunday, March 2, 2014

Cleaning Out Junk Unearths A Forgotten Mets Moment

Having been a Mets fan now entering my 42 year, I am constantly remembering the bad old days of sub .500 baseball, the near misses of 1973, 1988, 2006, 2007, and 2008, and the wonderful run of 1986.

I am also fortunate enough to remember my youth listening to Lindsey Nelson, Bob Murphy and Ralph Kiner keep a young boys interest whether on TV or radio.

With the final piece of the Mets Trinity joining the Mets broadcast booth in the sky, I am left with many fond memories.

Not boring all with my personal memories, I have one little bit of memorabilia that I came across today.

Mrs. metsfan73 had me laboring in cleaning up, throwing out, and getting rid of much "junk" that had accumulated over the almost 21 years of our marriage. So, for most of this afternoon I spent shredding unnecessary papers, mail, bills, etc of yesteryear - when I came across the wonderful poem by former Met third baseman Ed Charles. 

Charles penned this wonderful tribute to Ralph Kiner in time for Ralph Kiner day on Saturday July 14, 2007...just before Tom Glavine earned his 298 Major League win.

One Moment in Time

A Tribute to Ralph Kiner
By: Ed Charles
Life to us is just a moment in time
When we sing our songs and write our rhymes
When we audition for a role upon life's great stage
Then act out the scripts as written on the page

But some might resent the way the scripts were written
No one prefers the role of a loser snake bitten
We would like a role that brings honor and fame
Not some little bit part that belittles our name

For life to us is just a moment in time
Welcome to the big stage without a nickel or dime
We dream lofty dreams like others before
Then set out to achieve them like the ones we adore

But oft-times some of us misread our scripts
And meet with failure for our bumbling little slips
We replace the original scripts for those of our own
Putting our trust and fate in a destiny unknown

For life to us is just a moment in time
A personal struggle to keep our heads above the slime
A daunting task that beclouds our days
Until the curtains are drawn upon our plays

For the songs that we sing and the rhymes that we write
Are but spiritual reflections of our souls in flight
Some soar gracefully and some are like wingless birds
Grounded and stage frightened for frail are their nerves

But you Ralph Kiner are as composed as one can be
Nothing could sway you from the goals that you set for thee
For you aced your audition with a bat and a glove
Then astounded us with spiels about the game that we love

You kept us in touch with the Glory Days of yore
When character not steroids were the hallmark of a pro
When egos were kept in check by codes of conduct
And ostracism befell those who dared act up

So today we pause to celebrate your climb
From the boondocks to Shea to this moment in time
And to say with affection how grateful we are
That you chose baseball and big Shea to fashion your star

For you are an original, a beloved New York Met
A Pirate and a Hall of Famer, as good as they get
For your moment in time is a mighty fine show
And today the Mets family wanted to tell you so

For now you are a legend like Mays and DiMaggio
And all honors upon you today we admiringly and proudly bestow

As usual, the Glider knew exactly what to say. The only difference is the Glider had it right almost 7 years ago. 

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