I will admit that, as someone whose love for baseball started with the Dick Williams-era Expos, that Carter was never one of my favorites. His rah-rah and theatrical hustle, while not as extreme as Pete Rose’s, were still pretty irritating, and he was easy to hate if you weren’t rooting for him. But it also made him one hell of a player, one who waited way too long to get into the Hall — Ivan Rodirguez, for example, was never the player Carter was in his best years. And while we think of Game 6 as a Red Sox loss, the Carter hit that started the rally should be remembered. What made him irritating ensured that he never quit. I’m sure he’ll bring the same spirit to the disease he’s been inflicted with.