Like most baseball-loving Jewish kids growing up in Brooklyn in the late 1950s and early ‘60s, David Sherman revered Sandy Koufax. The Dodgers already had abandoned the Borough of Churches for the City of Angels, but Koufax was still his guy.
Then the Mets were born in 1962 and though 10-year-old Sherman kept a close eye on his idol from afar and would until Koufax retired four years later, he fell cap over spikes for that new, albeit inept, team that played at the Polo Grounds.
“When the Mets came to New York it became a passion,” said Sherman, now 63.