Oh, the Mets caps and jerseys are coming out of the closets.
Why is it when the Yankees win, this town yawns; but, when the Mets win, it’s like man landed on the moon for the first time?
Personally, this puts me in a bad spot.
Last time the Yankees won a ring was 2009. At the time, my daughter was 7 and my son was 5 years old. Needless to say, neither of them really remember it.
Today, my daughter is 13 and my son is 11.
The girl? She really doesn’t care. Baseball is boring, according to her. And, while I took her to countless games between the age of one and eleven, back in 2013 she told me “I really don’t want to go to any more baseball games.”
My son, on the other hand, is a baseball guy. He works out for baseball, inside, from January through March. And, he’s on a baseball field 5 or 6 days a week between April and June. He also plays baseball in the fall. Basically, the only months he’s not doing much baseball related is November and December. Further, on the rare days where he’s not practicing or playing baseball, we go watch baseball games.
He’s been raised a Yankees fan. And, he’s really feeling it now. They have practically painted his school blue and orange this month. Worse, they actually play the Mets theme song over the school P.A. every morning. (Like I said, MAN ON THE MOON!)
The thing that really worries me is that these are different times – thanks to cable TV, the internet, and all the full-blown media coverage baseball gets today.
When I was a kid, it was just the local teams. I watched and/or listened to every Yankees game and I lived and died with each win and loss. For him, it’s different. He’s more of a global connoisseur of the game. If you asked him to name his five favorite players in the game today, I would bet that at least four, and maybe five, of them would not be Yankees.
If the Yankees continue to be O.K. but not great (or worse!) and the Mets continue to light the town on fire, how long will it be before he pulls a Harriet Bird and switches his gaze from the Whammer to Roy Hobbs? After all, he is just eleven. (For the record, I didn’t start following the Yankees closely until 1973…when I was 11!)
Remind me again, how long until Cashman’s contract is up?