Quite a good many years ago, my dad and I, plus my dad’s friend and son, went to Shea Stadium for a Reds-Mets matinee. The friend’s kid, maybe 15 years old or so at the time, made note of the score of the Braves game happening concurrently and the dad went berzerk.
“Scoreboard watching? In April? You’ve lost your mind! You can’t watch the standings in April!”
While the dad was right, of course, a lifetime of feeling like April might be all that’s worth paying attention to allowed me a bit of sympathy for the young Mets fan.