It’s common to see someone identify as a “lifelong Mets fan,” but what does that really mean?  Were you born wearing orange and blue face paint?  Were your first words “Let’s go Mets?”  Did you learn to walk just so you could participate in a “kids run the bases” event at Shea?  I could see this being true in Boston, where indoctrination begins in the womb, but New York has too many sports options for that to be practical.  My blessing and my curse is being able to remember what and how I thought as a child, which means I can never call myself a “lifelong” anything (genetics aside).  When it comes to the Mets, I can remember a time before I had developed an opinion.  I can remember when I chose to be a Mets fan.  And I can remember the first team I chose to be a fan of – the New York Yankees.

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