My wife Karen’s family is filled with die-hard Mets fans. From the time I started dating Karen and began attending family functions, the guys could be found in the backyard congregating around the cooler or grill and gossiping about impending trades, recapping the last weeks games, and of course reliving the storied 86 season.
In those early years, I would do my best to seem like I cared about sports and offered consistent condolences. The truth is, I hate baseball, always have. To this day, I’m pretty sure
