By James Burns
Friends keep asking how I feel about the Mets in the postseason.
Many of them know I’ve been a Mets fan for over 40 years. Forty-six years, to be precise.
Most of my life.
I know that it’s ridiculous for any grown man to get wrapped up in a sports team’s destiny. But the truth is, it’s the day-to-day verisimilitude of baseball that I love: the simple joy of watching a game on TV or at the park, or listening to merry voices on the radio doing a good job of calling the game.