Plus ça change
My great-grandfather Moe was the first Spector born in the United States, in New York City on January 2, 1899. He lived to be 93, and for some three decades, from their inception to the end of his life, Moe was such a huge Mets fan that our family memorialized him with a brick outside the stadium that opened 15 years after his death. I knew him as a Mets fan, but for something like half a century (I don’t know when he first got into baseball), Moe Spector was a New York Giants fan. That didn’t change as he grew up and moved around the only city where he ever lived, and that’s why my Bronx-born grandpa and eventually my Brooklyn-born dad were Giants fans, too. When my dad was born, there was no way to know, nor even any reason to believe, that within 10 years, there would no longer be a New York Giants baseball team. But that’s exactly what happened. Being 10 years old at the start of the first season after his favorite time left down, my dad became a fan of Mickey Mantle and the Yankee...
