Kollector’s Korner Met-o-ra-bil-ia Hall of Fame Inductee #5: Ed ‘Bobble Ed’ Moore Enters Our Hall with a Nod

If you’ve been saving our first four installments in plastic sleeves and alphabetizing them by subject, congratulations — you’re one of us. If you’re just joining us, this is the monthly column where we honor those Mets fans whose love of the orange and blue has led them down the rabbit hole of collecting — and never looking back. These are the fans who see a Mr. Met bobblehead not as plastic and paint, but as a sacred artifact, best displayed at eye level and dusted regularly (sometimes by paid family members).

We’ve inducted the meticulous, the nostalgic, even the young and passionate. This month, we honor someone who may very well be the most animated Mets fan of all. Literally. His home is a shrine to the art form of the bobblehead — and if there’s one guy who’s always nodding along when you say "Let’s Go Mets," it’s the man known far and wide as...

Bobble Ed.

Ed Moore’s Mets origin story begins in Briarwood, Queens — a short hop from Shea Stadium. He saw his first game on Opening Day 1975, when a guy named Tom Seaver took the mound. That’s right, Tom Terrific himself. Ever since, Ed has worn the number 41 on every uniform he’s ever donned. Tom was his hero — and Ed, in his own way, has become a hero to collectors everywhere.

He's now retired and spends his time between Long Island summers and Port St. Lucie winters — an enviable lifestyle if you love baseball, good weather, and the occasional minor league mascot doing the worm between innings.

Ed’s daughter Elizabeth — a gifted singer — performs the National Anthem at Mets Spring Training games. His wife Margie has been his teammate for 27 years and once got him the ultimate birthday gift: Mets Fantasy Camp. That one decision changed everything.

Ed’s not just a diehard — he’s enshrined. In 2016, he was officially inducted into the Mets Fantasy Camp Hall of Fame, a well-earned honor after 20 straight years (and counting) of playing under the Florida sun in orange and blue. He was once voted team MVP by his fellow campers and has packed two decades of baseball moments into those weeks: highlight-reel catches, HBPs off the wrist, 3-for-3 rebound games, and glowing praise from Turk Wendell. One moment he’s being coached by Bob Apodaca, the next he’s trading jokes with Felix Millán about bat grips he used to imitate in his backyard. The same players who once signed his childhood autograph book are now signing his bobbleheads.

But Ed’s baseball obsession isn’t confined to Citi Field or Port St. Lucie. He’s also on a mission — the Chase for 30 — to see a regular season game in all 30 MLB ballparks. He’s nearly there, with just three left: Kansas City, Tampa (Steinbrenner Field, where the Rays played a regular-season game), and the incoming Sacramento A’s. Along the way, he’s also visited 10 ballparks that no longer exist and 32 minor league stadiums, because when you love the game the way Ed does, it’s not just a hobby — it’s a pilgrimage.

It's the kind of baseball story that would make Kevin Costner cry.

Now, let’s talk about the elephant in the room — assuming that elephant is 7 feet tall and has a Mr. Met head.

Ed owns over 600 bobbleheads, most of them Mets-related. He’s got just about every Mr. Met ever produced — he’s only missing 15, and believe me, he’s hunting. His search spans eBay, yard sales, memorabilia shows, and even thrift stores. His daughter helps him dust them (at an hourly rate), and his home? Part museum, part Mecca.

Oh, and yes — he has a bobblehead of himself, complete with Mets gear and good vibes.

One piece that got away? The legendary 7-foot Mr. Met bobble that was for sale at Shea in its final season. Price tag: $12,000. Ed didn’t pull the trigger — though he did end up with the ultra-rare 3-foot version thanks to Margie and Elizabeth. That's love, folks.

Among the crown jewels of the collection? A Rodney McCray bobble inspired by McCray’s infamous “running through the outfield wall” play. Rodney himself gave it to Ed. That’s the kind of magic that can only happen when your passion becomes your passport.

Ed’s advice to aspiring collectors is both practical and poetic. Start small. Store smart. Keep the basement dry and the collection even drier. And never forget: it’s not an investment — it’s a connection.

He’s a card-carrying Topps loyalist, with a complete run from 1972 to 2024. He dislikes card grading, prefers stories over PSA numbers, and believes even the chipped bobbles can be worth it — as long as they come with a memory attached. His collecting bug also extends to pins: mostly Mets pins, Opening Day pins, Subway Series pins, and, of course, Mr. Met pins. Let’s just say if it can be categorized, cataloged, or pinned to a corkboard, Ed's got it.

And in a move that would make Cooperstown nod in approval, Ed once found a stack of classic stadium postcards at a garage sale — and donated a full set to the Hall of Fame. They now rotate through the museum’s display. Not bad for a guy who once got hooked on Mets collecting by reading an ad at Shea Stadium.

Because his love of the game is genuine and generous. Because he’s built a life full of Mets memories — not for resale, but for joy. Because his collection is a love letter to the team he grew up idolizing, and the players he now calls friends.

And because if you’re lucky enough to get a tour of his collection, you’ll walk away with a smile, a story, and probably a strong urge to check eBay for your own Mr. Met.

So here’s to Ed Moore, our fifth inductee into the Kollector’s Korner Met-o-ra-bil-ia Hall of Fame.

May your bobbles never break, your Seaver memories stay sharp, and your Fantasy Camp dreams always remain one pulled hammy from greatness.