A Lifetime of Mets Fandom, One Win at a Time

There were never any grand promenades surrounding Shea Stadium. When it stood, it carried on demurely among the Bedouin village of chop shops along 126th Street and under LaGuardia landing patterns. When it returned to the Flushing dirt, not a lot changed. For all its nouveau-New York eats and anatomically-considered seat pitches, the gleaming, near-billion-dollar hulk that sprouted in its parking lot is the same heartbreak hotel with a better pool and free cable, flanked by the same mottled streets. If you've aligned yourself with the Mets, you probably like it that way, because that's how it's always been.