OMG...the hit song from Mets Jose Iglesias became the rallying battle cry from that other team from New York...the NY Mets...the team that should have been golfing in October...and almost gave us another miracle during these sweet days of Indian summer...it got me thinking and remembering...1969...P.S. 115 in Canarsie...boys sneaking transistor radios into school...playing them in the deep recesses of those old public school desks...1986...the doors opening at Queensboro Plaza...the old R and 7 exchange...people yelling..."what's the score???"...and other years but no prize at the end of some spectacular seasons...these last few weeks, we could taste it...Eric Adams was praising the Lord...a subway series would mean his shambles of an administration would move several pegs down the news cycle...he's crying this morning...and so are Mets fans...tears of disappointment...but joy...in the scrappy team from Queens that gave us a welcome respite from the world which is harsh and bitter these days...a break from relentless political ads which assault my brain cells...in the lies...and also, the bad writing...it made me realize that when you are in the stands cheering for your team...in any sport...that person next to you jumping and yelling is your best friend for a few hours...there are no political lines or gender lines or color lines or all in between...you are kindred spirits...and all is right with the world...until you sit for hours trying to get on the Grand Central...but seriously...there is no greater escape and happiness than in being a fan...and if you are a true fan...you wait with silent anticipation for February...for pitchers and catchers reporting to spring training...to start that fire within...a new season...a new chance...cheering on your team...high fiving new friends on that stroll into Citi Field...you're a Mets fan...patience is your middle name...
