As fortune would have it, Father’s Day comes at an odd time this year for me. My dad is a Mets fan. He grew up in Jamaica, Queens rooting for the Dodgers and hating the Yanks. After the Dodgers left, he turned to the Mets. He has fond memories of the 1962 squad of bumbling loveable losers. Somehow his three sons grew up Yankees fans. If you’re willing to believe me, I think it’s because, like our dad, we were a fan of the perennial underdogs. You see, I first started rooting actively in 1986 when the Mets were the toast of the town and the Bombers were mediocre. I remember thinking all my Mets fan friends were front-running phonies. The Yanks, man, that was a team that might surprise you! And there was a beauty in cheering on a team with no hope.
Twenty-one years later and maybe the situation is the same? The Yanks chances of making the post-season are less than 50% according to Baseball Prospectus. The Mets are the likely NL East division winners. So the lesson this Father’s Day is that my dad is a front-running phony!
Happy Father’s Day?
Tonight’s match-up is a real treat. The Yanks send out the talented sinker-baller Chien-Ming Wang while the most entertaining pitchers maybe ever goes for the Mets. Comment away!