The very first baseball uniform I ever wore had yankees written on it. It was my tee-ball team. I loved being a yankee. My dad’s little league team was the yankees. It was the only tee-ball team I played for.
Tee-ball eventually came to an end and those days of my dad yelling at me and the umpires began…little league. I loved every minute of it! Though the Yankees were not an option in little league, the Mets were. And so, I was on the Mets from age 7-12…and that sealed my loyalty to the blue and orange boys from Queens. I loved Darryl Strawberry and got to see the Mets play the Cardinals in St. Louis the summer of 1987. Some of my greatest childhood moments were spent chasing those New York Mets players all over the hotel and downtown St. Louis streets those few days.
Several years later, Darryl Strawberry through several trades ended up in the Yankee pinstripes. I then got to see the Yankees play the Tigers in their historic old Detroit stadium. Strawberry was as awesome as ever. (Yes I know the guy turned out to be a coke addict…but that is beside the point right now).
So I moved to New York this past October as a long time Mets and Yankees fan only to learn that you are not allowed to be a fan of both teams in New York. Thus a dilemma is presented.
The Amazing Mets — or — The Bronx Bombers
I really thought I’d lean toward the Yanks, but here lately I’ve been feeling the Mets.
What do you think? Who should I go with? I’ve got to choose one.