I am not a New York Mets fan.
Granted, as I chronicled in another piece, I have ties to Mets fandom through my mother’s side of the family. They all live out on Long Island, just a short drive away from Citi Field and where Shea Stadium once stood. Their greatest sports loves are the Mets and the New York Giants. My aunt, Sharon, once cut her finger while preparing dinner, and I could have sworn she bled deep blue.
OK, fine, that never happened, but you get the idea. Though I myself became a New York Yankees fan thanks to my first game being Jim Abbott’s no-hitter, the Mets have always been in my life.