When ever I think baseball. I always remember summer days while in the pool and my grandfather watching the mets on tv on the screened in porch. They had a ruff patch (not much has changed in 30 years) and he would always be yelling and cursing the tv. He stood by his team and showed that he had loyalty. Many of my other family members were yankee fans and tried to get him to convert but he would have nothing to do with it. I miss those summer days.