May 20, 2011 In 1972, my family lived for a few months in Oakland Park, Florida. My younger brother and I ditched school one spring day and walked down the railroad tracks to the Mets spring training camp in Pompano Beach.
Today it seems like a great deal of effort to see an exhibition game. But it was just a workout: ballplayers choreographed in fielding drills and batting practice that eventually takes on the look of a three-ring circus.
As things wound down, Skip and I headed home. Outside the park we stuck out our thumbs. Ken Esposito stopped and gave us a lift his VW bus. We found out right away that he was a pitcher trying to make it with the Mets. Ken took us all the way to the house as we peppered him with questions about life as a pro baseball player.
That day came back to me this morning right as I woke. It hasn't crossed my mind in years. The internet allowed me to catch up with Ken. A good guy like that could have had a taste of the 'The Show'. RIP friend.
November 20, 2013 Ken was a good friend of mine. We played together in 1971 at Pompano Beach in the Florida State League and in 1972 in the Texas League in Memphis. We were also roommates both years, and I was in his wedding. Espo was still playing in 1973, when I was released. Unfortunately, as it goes, life got busy and we lost contact. I have thought about him a lot through the years. Not only could he pitch, but also was a great guitar player as well. And a great person.