What I missed most when I was living in Europe for so long was baseball season. Growing up with three
brothers and a mother who loved baseball made it rather impossible not to appreciate the sport. The game was always on in our house when the Met's were playing. I can remember my grandfather coming over on Sunday's watching the game and telling us that he was a Doger's fan before they left NY. That was long ago.
My son, who knows me to be the most loyal Met's fan around today (let's face it today you have to be very loyal to be a Met's fan) looked at me in horror. "Mom!" he exclaimed "you can't root for the Phillies! You're a Met's fan!" I guess I was tired of them always loosing, and some of those Phillies are real hotties.
I imagined myself driving to Philadelphia sitting in the stand rooting for a team that actually wins a few games! It was more then I could stand, I had a moment of weakness, and change of heart, blinded by the thrill of watching a team that knows how to play the game!
How could you ever leave your NY Mets? I tried convincing myself that I was no longer living in New York. That after 18 years of living in Europe, I was entitled to change teams. Not to mention - I was now living in New Jersey, and much closer to Philly then Flushing, Queens.
It all made perfect sense to me. Besides, red and white look so cute on the players, and I was growing tired of blue and white.
The truth of the matter, my readers, is I am, and will always be, a NY Met's Fan. Unless, and I'm not wishing this on them, they replace the Mets with a new, fresh, capable team and change the name. Then, I would be forced to switch teams, and make a clean start with the Phillies.
But, that ain't gonna happen, so no sense in writing about it.
Oops! Who put that there???
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