NOTE: This is a guest post by Michael Levin. It has nothing to do with the Mets, unless you are a father or grandfather with similarly nostalgic and bittersweet feelings. Enjoy.
I took my twin ten-year-old sons to a couple of Angels games this week, and I was shocked—shocked!—to discover just how little they knew about baseball.
I don’t mean to criticize my sons. They know an awful lot about things that I’ll never know. Juggling. Magic. Origami. And technology, of course.
But the one thing I knew about when I was their age was