I never got the heartbreak part of baseball, probably because my team began as a joke, which I think is a healthy way to feel about a baseball team. That was in 1962, when players made a few thousand dollars a year to play a game we’d all be happy to play for free. 

When the Mets made the World Series in 2015 I was thrilled. I knew we wouldn’t win from the first pitch of game 1 of the World Series with the Kansas City Royals. An inside-the-park home run, the rarest thing in sport. What that said was this run is over. Enjoy the mystery. Yours truly, God.

The Royals. What a stupid name for a baseball team. Named that way so that no one who is beaten by them fails to see the humor in the hand of god who deigned this f’d up farce of a fiasco.