A Mets Fan Reflects on Loyalty, Suffering, and Six Errors in One Game

You sit in the upper decks of that baseball park in Queens where you have spent so many nights both dismal and beautiful, and you stare out at the New York City sky. Everyone around you is booing. This is a good moment to wonder what you are doing there.

You were raised by a Cardinals fan. You could have been happy, or at least middlingly happy, or at least self-satisfied in the way that Cardinals fans seem to be.

You could also have followed your brother, abandoned all sense of morals, and become a Yankees fan. Sure, you and he would have seen the same amount of World Series w