I was born into a split household. Not the kind of split household you are thinking- but a Yankee-Met household or really a Yankee-Brooklyn Dodger household. My grandmother fought for me to love the Mets, but she was fighting against my father, who wasn't losing to a Met fan. She would try and wine and dine me as an 8-year-old with trips to Shea, concession stand food, souvenirs and Met caps. I fell in love with the game, sure, I cheered let's go Mets with the rest of them, but my heart belonged to the Yankees. There were a few Mets that my heart beat for too, however. Guys like Tom Seaver, Jerry Koosman and later on, Lee Mazzilli tempted me to cross over, but the guy who I had the most respect for and appreciated as a leader, even as a young kid, was Joe Torre.I remember being so...

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