I’ve been a Mets fan for as long as I can remember. My mom is a Mets fan, my grandfather was a Mets fan (since ‘62, anyway). My father is a Red Sox fan. Ok, so 2 out of 3 ain’t bad.
Going though middle school, my gym teacher used to ask me what time the game was on and who they were playing, each day. I knew the schedule, I knew the players, I knew just about everything there was to know about my Mets.

This has continued and now, a drinking problem and three ulcers later I am still a diehard Met fan. Even though they continue to find unique ways of tearing your heart out and stomping on it, metal cleats and all, I still love my Mets.