You walk into the main entrance of the New York Mets’ Citi Field and into the Rotunda.
There’s an elaborate tribute to Jackie Robinson, the first to break the color barrier in Major League Baseball. Many considered these Metropolitans to be a replacement for his Brooklyn Dodgers, who’d left for Los Angeles, when they were born as an expansion team in 1962.
And so it’s appropriate that the doors to the Mets Museum are under the tribute to Jackie Robinson.
Inside that big room, Mets fans can relive memories.
I don’t recall the very beginning of this franchise, coming into this world in Brooklyn in just five years prior to the Mets’ painful birth.
So I can relate to the two seasons in the Polo Grounds, where the New York Giants played before they joined the Dodgers as an ex by moving to to San Francisco by oral history only.
But I attended hundreds of games with family and friends at Shea Stadium, including that first season in 1964 and right until I moved to Maryland as a college student in 1977 and become enchanted with Baltimore’s Memorial Stadium but never gave up my primary love to the Mets. And Saturday was my second time, with my dear wife Karen, at the newer Citi Field.
I consider myself a lifelong Mets fan.
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And I walked around and thought of our two World Series titles, in 1969 and 1986.
The years went by one by one, slowly and quickly, as I walked past plaques and uniforms and bats and balls.
Tomorrow: Rain, really
Thursday: Interesting field
What’s your favorite museum, and why? What would you put in a sports museum? What’s your favorite photo, and why?