My first dream growing up was to be a baseball player. Unfortunately, as I make Sid Bream look like a speed demon, that was never going to be an option for me. 

My next dream became to become a Mets’ season ticket holder. Trust me, I had much bigger aspirations . . . this was just one of them. Unfortunately, my job wouldn’t permit that type of commitment. Better yet, no one would join me for that many games. However, my father and brother were on board for the Sunday plan. Today was my day to go to a Mets game. It was for 13 glorious games.  Even better yet, we would have access to postseason games. 

Something interesting happened over those 13 games. You got to know the other people in your section. A vast majority of them were nice people and terrific Mets fans. We got to know them all. We saw them in subsequent seasons. You always acknowledged each other in and out of the ballpark. We sometimes talked strategy. It was nice seeing them return the next year as well. 

Shea Stadium closed after the 2008 season. The Mets moved to Citi Field and ended the Sunday Plan. I never got to see those people again. Sure, some of us exchanged numbers and talked about going to a Mets game together in Citi Field, but it never happened. 

I’m still in constant contact with the two Mets fans I know and care about the most. It doesn’t mean I don’t miss the sense of community amongst Mets fans. Right now, I don’t think another ticket plan is in the cards right now. It’s a shame because I’d love to go to a home World Series game. 

I’d like to be there celebrating with not only my son, father, and brother, I’d like to be there with you Mets fans.