I didn't really know why this meant so much but I knew it did. It was important enough that I couldn't miss it. And, I guess my parents did too, because they found me behind my father's chair every night and didn't do anything to keep me from "escaping" the next night to hide behind the plastic covered furniture. So you get it now. I am a Mets fan. If there was any doubt, I'm now out of that Mets closet. I am Blue and Orange. I even married a Mets fan, (though she threatens every day to become a Red Sox fan if they don't get their act together).