The All-Stars had arrived and the Kingdome became
the center of the baseball universe for three days. This was not the All-Star
experience of today. Keep in mind, this was 34 years ago, the spectacle of the
All-Star Game would grow over the next couple of decades. There was no Home Run
hitting contest, no futures games or fan-fest.
The media was everywhere. Strangers flooded the
National League Clubhouse where my locker sat.
The clubhouse crew with Pete Rose - The dork on the left is me |
The players were all new to me and in rare form. Pete Rose acted as if he owned
the joint. Steve Carlton appeared to have a couple of screws loose.
Gary Carter, the future Hall-of-Famer sat down
with me and we instantly clicked. He
asked about school and life. We talked for
about a half and hour. I was amazed that this All-Star catcher would take that
kind of time with me. He was one of the most positive people I've ever met. For
the next couple of days, he hung out with me both in the clubhouse and on the
field. I was saddened last year when Gary lost a battle against brain cancer
and died at the young age of 57. I attribute at least part of my positive
attitude in life to my brief time with this All-Star.
Gary Carter - PI staff photo by Cole Porter |
I was going on a couple of hours sleep as the evening's
festivities wound down. I had slept at the Kingdome the past two nights and
would do the same again on the Eve of the big game. Even though my role goes
largely unnoticed, I was nervous about the potential of one billion people
watching from around the world.
Jim Devitt is the author of the #1 Kindle Bestselling
Young Adult novel, The Card.
He's also a healthcare consultant specializing in helping healthcare companies
and practices develop a social media marketing platform, and maximize cash
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