My dad grew up in New Jersey which meant he had a very important decision to make.
Mets or Yankees?
Clearly, he made the wrong choice. Since I am definitely a daddy’s girl, I too was cursed. Cursed to love a team that hasn’t won a World Series since 1986.
Without a doubt though, I love the Mets. They’re like the guy you always hope will change and transform into Prince Charming, but never does. Nonetheless, they are my team and I can’t get enough of them. I know every player’s name and their position and who their best friend on the team is and who they’re dating and what their favorite food is.
I’m totally hooked. Nearly 5 days out of my week are spent watching the Mets give me anxiety.
I dread I will be one of those people who never gets to watch their team win a World Series.
The Mets have definitely taught me a lot about life though.
- The game is never over, until it’s over.
- Guys are normally impressed by how much I know about baseball and if they’re not, they’re not the one for me.
- Orange is an ugly color, no matter what you pair it with.
- Spanish is an important language to learn.
- Yankee fans are actually the worse.
- There’s always next year.
- Being a Met’s fan makes you tough as hell and a lot harder for anyone to break your heart.