Growing up and playing catcher in Little League, he was a hero of mine. Always seemed to be able to get the hit when it mattered, and always seemed like he was in control of the game. 57 is too damn young. RIP Mr Carter.
I vividly remember learning of the trade that brought Carter to my Mets. I was in my dorm room. I immediately leapt up and said "We're going to the World Series!" It took only two years for that to come true. I knew he was that good.
Everything I've heard suggests that he was as good a guy as you'll meet--someone who really loved the game and always treated people well, from his teammates to the fans. What a loss for his family and loved ones, and for everyone.
He was definitely one of the all time greatest Mets, even if he was on the team for a short period of time. The 86' team was a loaded one, but they owe so much to him and him alone in getting there. RIP.
If there's one thing that I've learned, is that peanut allergies are extremely violent, even in small doses. Remember the episode of CSI, where the one juror received an allergy after having a peanut shell flicked at him?