I love baseball. I’ve loved it since I was an 8 year-old kid growing up on Long Island and watching the “Miracle Mets” of 1969. I can remember every player on that team---and I wasn’t even a Mets fan. Swaboda, Charles, Jones, Agee, Kranepool, Seaver, McAndrew---seriously, I could still name every one of them right this second. My favorite player on that team was the back-up catcher behind Jerry Grote, #9 J.C. Martin. Truthfully—I have no idea why J.C. was my favorite, as a matter of fact---he stunk---but, I still loved the guy for whatever reason.
Going back 45 years, I can still remember my first game that my father brought me to at Shea Stadium. It was 1970, and the Giants were playing the Mets. The Giants were my favorite team, because my dad grew up an AVID New York Giants fan when they played at the Polo Grounds. He remained l...