I certainly don't need a baseball team to validate who I am, but when they stand up for what is right it makes me stand taller with them. And again this year I will be cheering very loud and proud in Port St. Lucie as well as at Citi Field -- maybe even a little louder.
Fact is Cespedes is a very good player and any team would be lucky to have him in the middle of their lineup. He will likely hit 25 homers and drive in close to 100 RBIs. But what he did in New York the last two months of the season was an aberration.
During Game 3 of the World Series Friday night, there will come a point bigger than the game itself. Potential will take on a new meaning when 50,000 people in a baseball stadium symbolically "stand up to cancer."
As the 2015 Mets clinched the division title, their first in nine years, a drought similar to the one I experienced as a young boy, I can't help but look back and wonder, "Why did I become a Mets fan?"
I have been a baseball fan for nearly 40 years and I can tell you I have never seen anything like this before. We often see professional athletes as rich businessmen heading to the offices rather than as 23-year-old kids trying to live their dreams.
Their center fielder introduced me to the beauty of an inside-the-park home run. Their submarine closer seemed to scrape his knuckles on the mound with every pitch. And one of their shortstops played with a toothpick dangling from his mouth.