I grew up in a household populated by diehard Yankee fans. Inherently, there is nothing wrong with that. However, our apartment was located about three miles from Shea Stadium and all of my school friends rooted for the other team. Given how much time I spent in school and with those friends, it was no contest. My brother and I became betrothed to the blue and orange.
Family get-togethers were a constant battleground. It was always me and my brother against my Dad, my uncle and all the cousins from the Bronx. Still, everyone felt the pain when Thurman Munson's plane went down in 1979. And I thought everyone might feel the joy when Johan Santana hurled the Mets' first no-hitter last weekend.
I just happened to be in New York at the...
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