It was nine months ago when doctors first discovered the tumors in Gary Carter's brain, and they knew instantly it would be a horrific fight. Instead of rotating medicines, holding back one or two in case the others failed, the specialists chose to throw everything into Carter's system at once.
"It was that bad," a family friend said of the diagnosis. "From day one, the odds were against Gary."
The Kid himself accepted the reality of his illness; there would be no coming back from such an aggressive form of cancer. His prayer was to live out his final days in peace and comfort. If there's divine justice in this world, Carter left us buoyed by the love of millions.
The major league family had been bracing for this announcement since last May. Still, news of Carter's passing Thursday was too awful to comprehend. He was only 57 -- decades stolen from a kind, gentle man who deserved better.
Carter was a Met who lived beyond the excesses of the ...