I shed a tear or two today along with the entire city of San Diego and the baseball world as Mr. Padre, Tony Gwynn entered A Hall of Fame greater than Cooperstown. Gone at the age of 54. WTF, 54? that is all to soon to leave us Tony.

I know this has nothin’ to do at all with needlepoint, and that’s why I call this “Mostly Needlepoint.” If you have been following my blog at all, you know that I am a diehard baseball fan and especially of my home team, The San Diego Padres…even though I swear I am switching alleginace every time that have a lousy season, like this year AGAIN!

I reignited my deep love for baseball watching Tony Gwynn, starting around 1996. That was the year that we did the improbable and swept them Dodgers in the last 3 games of the season to move onto the playoffs… and I have had season tickets every year since. Well excpet for this year as my travel schedule and work schedule just gets in the way of   attending the games, but I don’t miss not a one on TV or the radio.

I remember going to opening day every year with my BFF, Ms. Payne and she would say “I  just love watching Tony Gwynn play!” as did I. His smile, his infectious laugh, his hitting prowess of nailing that 5.5 hole, his love for the game, his love for the city of San Diego and I could go on and on. He owned Maddog Maddux, has accumulated records and stats that will never be broken in our lifetimes…and was such a good person. Never heard a bad word about Tony, never ever.

My best memory of Tony would be the 1998 World Series when he hit that home run off of Boomer Wells in Yankee Stadium…I really thought we were going to win that game. And oh yes, who could forget his pursuit of 3000 hits?

A tweet from earlier this morning.

U can’t live on what u’ve done yesterday. U have to go out and prove yourself again today.” #Tony Gwynn RIP Tony Gwynn. You will be missed more than you know.

I am sure that you are talking hitting right now with Ted Williams…