I didn’t follow baseball this year, I couldn’t get it up for the Mets while I was trying to process what the Knicks did for NY in June. The Mets did something like that, but they never could unite the city the same way the Knicks did, because the Mets have always been the second team in NY, sort of like MLB’s apology to the city for moving our two National League teams, the Dodgers and Giants, to California. I never saw it that way, but my parents and grandparents probably did. I was too young to remember anything but the Mets, and they were my family’s team, and that’s the great thing about sports, your team is your chuch, it’s a cultural heritage passed down through time. My family were National League fans. Anyway, for a while, the Mets winning in 1969 did unite the city. I was commuting to school in the Bronx at the time, the home borough of the Yankees, and man everyone was smiling on the subway after the Mets did the impossible deed. In Queens, Manhattan, even the Bronx. They were lovable because they were such losers, and it felt totally like an act of god, who after all must be in New York City. Lovable winners? That only lasts a while. #