They never asked for it. Hell, neither did I. Regardless of a lack of request, we all have it. It's more of an obsession than a hobby. People forget, Fan is short for Fanatic. I don't remember choosing it, it was more or less bestowed upon me. I see in photos, I was at one time happy about it. I wore the shirts, hats, blue and orange wrist bands proudly in the Mid 80's. Born in 1983, on the cusp of the Mets becoming relevant again for the first time in a decade. I even wrote to Lenny Dykstra on 2 occasions and waited desperately for a response that never came. What has it brought me? Pain, anguish, frustration, a receding hair line and a pessimistic attitude.
Then, I had kids. Two Boys. Michael (not after Piazza) and Carter (moderately inspired by the passing of the Kid) and had a choice to make. It was sort of made for me. The gifts for the boys flowed in when they were born; and so it went. They were dubbed Mets Fans. And now, every morning when they wake up the questions comes out of their mouths before their eyes are even opened..."Dad, did the Mets Win?" What the hell am I doing....
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