I don't know Gary Carter. Never met the guy until Monday.
I know he's a Hall of Fame catcher, a Dodger for a season, born in Culver City, raised in Fullerton, a local high school field named for him, the most accommodating player to fans and media, but a controversial figure in New York recently and working now as manager of the Orange County Flyers.
Nothing against the Flyers, who are in first place under Carter, but the next step down after games against the Outlaws and Scorpions is out of baseball. There might not be a wider gap than the Hall of Fame and the Golden Baseball League.
And it's pretty hard to explain. It almost makes you wonder if "Kid," as he was known in the big leagues, has been blackballed by baseball.
"Sure does," says Kid.
He has undergone 17 surgeries, and I know this, because I say hello, ask why he's working here, and he launches into "this is my life."
Details, details, and he remembers each one, beginning with his right knee, and what that has to do with managing the Flyers, I don't know.
Eleven surgeries on both knees, he says, and it's on to the thumbs, a little toe, and I'm expecting to learn it's not really a prerequisite to be down on your luck in Fullerton -- as it is to be down for the count.
But he's moving, picking up a case of water and negotiating a flight of stairs in the Flyers' clubhouse that appears aimed to heaven -- back for a second trip on those rebuilt knees for a case of beer. Amazing how folks can push themselves when motivated.
He spent his own money at Costco to fill the refrigerator so the guys who make almost no money playing for the Flyers can get a feel of what Carter is talking about when he mentions "the mountaintop."
He was up there for 18 years, most of them in Montreal, several more in New York before stops in San Francisco and L.A. -- 101 games for the Dodgers in 1991 and then a final year in Montreal. An All-Star 11 times, three Gold Gloves and second in MVP voting one year.
"Baseball has given me my identity," he says, "and everything I could possibly ask for, or dream of having."
But he fibs, and you don't really have to spend much time with Carter to know that, because he's still driven to be a manager in the major leagues, and for some inexplicable reason, he says, his phone is not ringing.
