It all began in 1957. My dad, then a child, was watching the Milwaukee Braves-New York Yankees World Series with my grandfather. When asked why he was pulling for the Braves, my dad replied: “I hate the Yankees.”
That began what has thus far been two generations of Yankee-hating. In 1962 the Mets came to town. In 1979 so did I.
And the rest is history.
A big day all around. First beloved mascot Mr. Met gets to meet his hero, the man behind Willie Ball; then Mike Pelfrey make his first start in the bigs!
This picture was taken in 2002. There was a time when a wax likeness of George Steinbrenner warmed the cockles of my wife’s heart. Then I came along…
This picture was taken Opening Day 1999. The guy on the right is my wingman and Met buddy Jeff. As for the guy on the left.. What can I say? I had lots of hair before the Art Howe era.
Kathryn Anne… she’s due for a September call up. (the 23rd to be exact). Daddy’s got something special waiting for you, princess…. a Mets October!
A converted Yankee fan, now she pledges allegiance to the blue and orange! Thank God she finally saw the light!
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