I never got to meet Ralph Kiner, but I feel like I spent many hours with him since I started watching Mets baseball in the 1980s. It just won’t be the same without Kiner visiting the broadcast booth or turning up at Citi Field for special occasions.
Greg Prince is far more eloquent that I can pretend to be tonight, so I’m going to quote from his post today and send you to read the rest at Faith and Fear in Flushing:
There’s never been the Mets without Ralph Kiner calling their games or, per his more recent part-time role, interrupting them. The Ralph of whom we were treated to select innings in the SNY era was the dandiest of intermittent presences. He was a baseball sage who could address any element his partners steered his way, and in doing so, he transported his audience to bundle after bundle of games, years and personalities that nobody else was telling us about anymore. It was a gift he kept on giving, and knowing that the gifts wouldn’t always pile up under the baseball tree made them that much more precious when we were lucky enough to receive them.
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