About

Originally from  Fort Lauderdale, Florida, I currently live in Washington, D.C. where I am studying Art History and American Studies. Aside from watching the Super bowl and the occasional Miami Dolphins game, I grew up in a sports-free household except for when my grandmother would visit. I fondly recall watching  Miami Heat games with her.

I still enjoy stories of her father, who was dubbed “America’s #1 Baseball Fan” by The Sporting News. They lived in the Bronx until the mid-1960s and he frequented games at Yankee Stadium, the Polo Grounds, and Ebbets Field. He was a regular on postgame radio broadcasts, at All-Star Games, and every World Series.

It was my great-grandfather’s legacy that inspired me to join my friends when they invited me to a Mets game at Nationals Park on September 23, 2014. I didn’t know the first thing about baseball—I had played the national anthem at a few Marlins games in high school, but that was it for my exposure to the game.

I’ve often been asked why I’m a Mets fan, especially since I’m from South Florida and attend school in Nationals territory. It’s a loaded question and difficult to answer, usually if someone from another fan base is asking, I’ll respond with something along the lines of “My family is from New York” or “My godfather played for the Mets”. I think I’ve become such a big Mets fan in such a short period because it’s a long road from April to October, and it’s hard watching at some points in the season, but over the few years I’ve been following baseball, being a New York Mets fan has been one of the most exciting, heart-breaking, and rewarding things I have ever been a part of.