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.