R.I.P Gary Carter

April 8th 1954- February 16th 2012.


Gary Carter, also known as "the Kid" was a Hall of Fame Catcher, playing for Dodgers and the Expos, passed away yesterday afternoon at the age of 57. In May of 2011, he was diagnosed with four malignant brain tumors and, after a short but valiant battle, the cancer took his life.

Carter retired form baseball in 1992 with 324 career home runs and a .262 batting average. He was also one of the best defensive catchers ever and was inducted into the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame in 2001. He was also a philanthropist and his foundation, the Gary Carter Foundation, donated over $622,000 to chairtable organizations for schools, including over $300,000 for reading programs. The stated purpose of his foundation was to "better the physical, mental and spiritual well-being of children." They advocated "school literacy by encouraging use of the Reading Counts Program, a program that exists in the Palm Beach County School District. 

I have only vague memories of Carter as a player, but I know baseball-- and the world-- has lost a great man. My prayers and condolences to his wife Sandy, their three children, Kimmy, DJ and Christy and three grandchildren.

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  1. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerFebruary 17, 2012 at 3:19 PM

    Nice blog post Justin--I am glad to have found you here!

    @AudreyHowitt

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  2. Justin W. PriceFebruary 18, 2012 at 1:13 AM

    Thanks Audrey. I'm glad you enjoyed this. I'm trying to build my reader base here so any help is appreciated. Maybe a guest blog?

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