Tom Seaver and why sometimes you really should meet your heroes – ESPN
By the time I was 5 I would come to understand that Superman, Batman and Spider-Man were not actually somewhere outside our apartment on West 10th Street.
That wasn’t true of Tom Seaver. He was the superhero we could go see in Queens.
The best pitcher in the game was on my team, had my name, wore the same cap I had. He would certainly understand why I took a black felt-tip pen and, with great deliberation, consecrated the back of my pinstriped Mets shirt with a ragged “41.”