Last night, during his baseball practice, I heard my son get it from his teammates about the Mets losing and batting out of order. There is one other Mets fan on the team, the rest root for the Yankees. As we were leaving the cage, all of them stopped to watch the exciting (and very relevant) Yankees-Red Sox game. My son glanced at the TV, then walked out. That game doesn't concern him, and he clearly doesn't want to stick around to get the ribbing they'll throw at him. It's good natured, but even at 12 years old, I can see it starting to get old. This morning, I watched him put on his Mets hat again and walk out the door. I'm sure he'll hear it again today about the high-flying Yankees, his friends will rightfully tell him that the Mets will be irrelevant again before the end of May. And as a parent, you wonder. What the fuck have I done. There are very few Mets fans his age. If I had to guess, I'd say less than 20% of his age group root for the Mets. And all of those kids have parents that are Mets fans. In other words, if the parents aren't Mets fans, there is virtually no chance a kid his age will root for the Mets. (There are plenty of Met fan parents who say their kids root for the Yankees, almost none the other way around.) And this makes all the sense in the world. In what universe would a kid voluntarily root for this team? ShortCenter will be 13 this year. Since was born, the Mets have made the post-season three times (including the one game WC in 2016). The first one was in 2006, when he was one, and too young to know what was going on. He started understanding the game of baseball at age 4, and then grew up watching 6 straight losing seasons. During that time, I told him to be patient. Losing was part of baseball. The Mets were building to something. That something came in the second half of 2015, when the Mets caught fire all the way to the World Series. They followed that with a respectable 87 win season in 2016. Since then, misery again. That's his payoff. That's the extent of his baseball joy as a kid. One real post-season, one Wild Card game. He's gone to 1 post-season game. And sure yes, there's joy to be taken from winning and losing. But at the end, you want to see your team fucking win. His buddy, a big Yankee fan, was born a month earlier than him. During his lifetime, the Yankees have made the post-season 9 of his 12 years. He's gone to at least a dozen post-season games. Just when SC was starting his run of 6 losing seasons, his buddy went to the World Series parade. And the thing is, it's not going to change. Not as long as the Wilpons are owners. The Mets will never commit to winning above all else, so this is what it's going to be from now on. Why on earth would I make him a fan of this team when there are teams (not just the Yankees) that commit to winning each year? It's one thing if you live in Cleveland, or Pittsburgh, where the team is limited by geography. You can justify the David vs. Goliath angle. You can teach your kids the value of getting the most of what you are given. But there are no lessons to be learned from self-imposed financial restrictions caused by participation in an illegal Ponzi-scheme. There is no nobility in handicaps arising from one's own wrongdoing. I used to say for years "Well the Yankees just buy their championships. There's no pride to be gained from that." You know, that's not at all true. The Yankees, and the Dodgers and the Red Sox, and the Cubs have all developed terrific home-grown talent. Then taken advantage of the rules of their sport to supplement that talent with high-priced acquisitions to create kick ass teams. The Mets, with their "let's try to be good enough to get a wildcard" outlook, will never be able to compete with that. Get lucky here and there? Maybe. But on a long-term basis? No. So why the fuck do we root for them? Sure son. Winning seasons and post-season baseball may be good for some. And other people might like rooting for clubs who show a commitment to being the best. But instead, come with me to CitiField, where we can root for a second-tier team owned by guys who lost money participating in fraud. All because daddy decided to root for a player named "Strawberry" when he was 8 years old.