HELLO EVERYBODY, I'M LINDSEY NELSON by Lindsey Nelson

HELLO EVERYBODY, I'M LINDSEY NELSON

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KIRKUS REVIEW

A serendipitous book that one picks up with few expectations, but soon finds to be chock-full of little riches. It is, of course, the autobiography of sportscaster Lindsey Nelson. His story is a rags-to-fiches tale. Reared in a poor farm town in Tennessee, the future ""voice of the Mets"" soon discovered a strong interest in standing in front of a microphone. At age seven, he was amazing the locals, and at age 11 he stealthily left a sports write-up with a newspaper editor, timing it so that the editor would not meet him and reject him because of his youth. He got his byline, and from there on didn't look back. For one with no connections of any sort, Nelson fortuitously always seemed to land at file right place at the right time. As a young collegian, he managed to be grabbed by the great Bill Stern to substitute as a reporter for a Tennessee football game. Stern later told him that he was the best spotter he had ever seen. The riches in Nelson's book come from his strength in adversity. His devotion to his 37-year-old retarded daughter is moving, as is his recounting of his wife's sudden death, especially as Nelson had made his Mets career a family affair, insisting on a box for his family where he could look down from his broadcast booth and share the joys and the agonies of the daily games with them. For the sports-minded, there are anecdotes galore, both about the Mets and about all of the myriad football games which Nelson covered in his career. (Trivia addicts might find it interesting that the actress Lindsay Wagner was named for Nelson by a father who obviously hoped for a boy.) A fine book by an obviously nice guy.

Pub Date: Sept. 17th, 1985
Publisher: Beech Tree/Morrow