No, it's more like a kind of weary sadness felt toward an ex-ballplayer who still wants to be called "Kid" at the age of fifty-four. Carter more or less lost it on a correspondent from The Times. The Old Grey Lady -- talk about pure sensationalism! -- downplayed it and buried his blowup at the end of the article.
" 'I've always been accommodating and it's hurt me because I've worn my heart on my sleeve,” Carter said, lacing his answers with expletives. 'They throw me under the bus and two weeks later, he (Mets manager Willie Randolph) is fired anyway. Yeah, so I'm the one to blame. If this is what it's about, I don’t want you to print it.The sense of sadness comes from realizing that Gary Carter, like a lot of pro athletes once the game is done with them, is trapped. Not to do dollar-store psychology, but it's like he doesn't have the self-awareness to get past his little baseball bubble, the only place he could exist, and it kind of sucks to have that confirmed, in black and white. He couldn't hold up to honest questions in a 1-on-1 interview from someone who was there to write a mostly positive story -- how would he handle the post-game scrums in the majors?
"If I'm thrown under the bus because of my desires to one day manage in the major leagues, then every one of you guys don't ever come to me again. Period. Am I clear?"
This just makes it seem all the more batshit crazy to ever believe that Gary Carter will ever manage a game in the major leagues, even on a drunken wager between a couple of MLB owners. The only person who should be rooting him to get a shot is the old Dodgers leadoff man Maury Wills, since he would no longer be the worst great player-turned-manager in major-league history.
Update: Jeff Blair links to us, and provides a link to a T.J. Simers column in the L.A. Times.
The Kid Keeps Himself in the Picture (Billy Witz, New York Times)
Gary Carter is suddenly a dead-end kid (T.J. Simers, L.A. Times; via Jeff Blair, who linked to us!)