I grew up in the Bronx. I went to my first Yankee game at the age of 6 or so with my Dad. It was Bat Day (Chris Chambliss) and I came home with a pennant, Bucky Dent button and a new visor. I have pictures somewhere wearing all of it along with my light blue t-shirt and toothless smile. We were close to the stadium and I was, am and always will be a Yankees fan.
Asking a Boogie Down chick to care about the Mets is unheard of...but today I will make an exception. I just spent some time researching them. I now know about the logo and colors and what inspired them. I know some stats and some history and where they played. I will let the rivalry go in honor of a special man who adored them so. Brian Peck was a fan...a huge one...and not because he was from New York but just because he loved them. That always made it a little bit more special. I've always wondered about the fan who supports a team just because. We would tease each other about the teams. I would stress that I HAD to be a Yankee fan because it was my stomping ground. We oozed the Yanks from our pores. I would ask why a man from the middle of PA could love a team from Queens with so much passion. He just simply loved them. I'm sure he had a million stats to back up his reason or a few key players he respected. Yep, we battled out budgets and the like in many a conversation. Deep down as we would poke fun at one another, each remaining true to the pin stripes or the "amazin"teams that we fought for...I truly respected a man for his passion. It took moxy to like a team like the Mets. It took spirit and devotion and patience and love....looking back I guess those are some of the attributes that a man possessed for more than just a baseball team in orange and blue but for the team he called his family.
Rest in peace, Brian Peck...and enjoy the best seats at every game!
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