Fandom, in a lot of ways, is like religion. I was raised Catholic; I was raised a Mets fan. As I got to college and started actually, honestly, exploring my own spirituality and looking at the Catholic Church and what it means to be Catholic, I realized that it was a bunch of hooey. I suppose it's the same thing here; you're indoctrinated into the Astros -- or Mets, or Phillies, or Manchester United, or whoever -- way of life. But when you stand back and really look at it, the warts become very clear. I'd say that it'd be impossible for me to give up baseball, or give up the Mets. I know that the owners and the players don't give a crap about us, the fans, as long as we're buying shirts and baseball cards and tickets and hats and bobbleheads and everything else. And I guess I'll keep doing that, because I enjoy watching the game, and talking about the game, and playing fantasy baseball, and being a part of the CPF, and collecting little pieces of cardboard with pictures on them. But if the day comes that I don't enjoy it, that I really don't want to put in the effort, then who knows? It's not easy to break with sports, Annie, and it takes a strong person to really think about what has become second nature.