Written by Stanley Greenberg Thursday, 18 July 2013 00:00
After watching our Amazing Mets beat the World Series championship San Francisco Giants 4-3 in 16 innings till 2:30 a.m., I wonder to myself about my dogged allegiance to this unusual New York baseball team.
I was a fanatical Brooklyn Dodger rooter in my early years, so I transferred my craziness to the Mets. It has been a long-wild ride from 1962 to the present. The Mets combine a loving New York City vitality with a love of baseball, for our national pastime. The deranged and maniacal devotion to this team is something that is not easily understood or comprehended.
N.Y. Yankee fans are much more sedate in their support for the team from the Bronx. Yankee fans have won many more pennants and World Series triumphs than anyone else in baseball. Sometimes I reckon that they feel entitled to win all 162 games and are truly disappointed when they loose. As my grandson Lewis, who is seven-and-a-half years old, states: “We love the Mets but we respect the Yankees.”
We as Mets fans are never surprised at the myriad of ways our team can loose a game. Some games seem “in the bag,” but somehow, someway – the games are lost.
It is New York pluck and grittiness that keeps our love for the Mets on the right track.
Citifield has replaced Shea Stadium, but the dream goes on. We have had Tom Seaver, Dwight Gooden, Darryl Strawberry, Lenny Dystria, Ed Kranepool, Tug McGraw, Mookie Wilson, Bud Harrelson, Casey Stengel, Ron Swaboda, David Wright, Ike Davis, and many more great and not-so-great performers, but we love them all.
We have even won the World Series a couple of times.
Our present manager, Jerry Collins, is a tried and true baseball man with a heart for his players. Staying at home, on the T.V. couch, I can spend a wonderful evening watching the Mets. It is better than most T.V.
I have revealed to my readers a personal and inside look at my life, I hope you all understand me better now.