Tommy's all scowly in his Batters Pack Mets image, possibly because he knows that beautiful Shea Stadium, where he's photographed, will one day be torn down and be replaced by Wilpon's Shrine to the Dodgers, Corrupt Bank Field. (Or perhaps because the 1967 Mets are already sucking by the time Tommy got photographed at Shea. One or the other.)
Instead, let's have Tommy smiling in the Florida (er, "St. Petersburg") sun for Dexter Press, shall we?
It is a bit of a pity that Mr. Lynn Ryan, having had a cup of coffee with the Mets in September 1966, spent the entire 1967 season in the minors. Had Ryan been promoted again, he, George Seaver, and Herman Davis (pictured here) would have formed a formidable trio of "we'd rather you called us by our middle names, thank you" talents.
(Has there ever been a better collection of middle-name guys? I can't remember Henry Gehrig or William Clemens ever having teammates of similar talent/name preference, for example. And George Griffey Sr. and Jr. playing together doesn't quite count, IMO.)