A part of my childhood died when I read about the death of Karl Ehrdhardt. To the uninitiated, he was the Shea Stadium Sign Man and was a fixture at Mets games in the 60's and 70's.
The following excerpt come from the New York Times:
By 1969, Ehrhardt had become a fixture at Shea. That year, when left fielder Cleon Jones squeezed the final out of the World Series in his glove, the Sign Man, too choked up to talk, reached into his bag of shticks and pulled out:
"There Are No Words."
With Shea Stadium closing this year, I'm afraid The Shea Sign Man will join Jane Jarvis and Marvelous Marv Throneberry in the pantheon of NY Mets lore.
Rest in Peace Good Sir, you will be missed.
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