First, a look back at the New York Mets. In 1969, I was part of the bunch of idiots who stormed the field after the final out of the World Series, gathering up patches of sod and dirtying up the back seat of my 1967 Mustang. What happened to all those fun times?
To Mets fans, first, a caveat. I’m a New York Yankees fan at heart. But that doesn’t have to mean I can’t root for my brothers in Queens. I was only 15 when MLB pulled the first contingent of Mets literally out of a hat in 1962.