The Star-Ledger has an interesting story on my cousin (not sure how many times removed) Hobie Landrith - the very first Met:
The handshake grip was meaty enough,
but Hobie Landrith wanted to make sure he delivered the
message as he greeted us on his doorstep at 3:42 p.m. The
sturdy 76-year-old looked me in the eye.
"You're late. You said 3 o'clock."
"Sorry, but we ran into some problems with my
"Sorry, Hobie. Like I said, we had some
"You could have called."
He turned and headed for the family room, expecting us to
follow. Still on the doorstep, photographer John Munson shot
me one of those
look. This was not going to be pleasant. Hobie Landrith, the
original Met, is a hard(butt).
But, even though we had driven five hours, we
weren't going to take it personally. After all, this
guy was the first Met, selected in the expansion draft in
1961. In the team's Book of Genesis, he is Adam. So, he
has heard the jokes, and maybe he was dreading the
interview. Plus, if you spent 14 years of your life
squatting and it led to an artificial knee and hip, you
might be a bit ornery, too.