I don't like these games at all myself. My family (on my mother's side) were all Dodgers fans, but I am steadfastly a Mets fan and always will be. It seems when the Dodgers come to town that it sets up almost a Civil War mentality, splitting families and friends. There were even those New Yorkers who could not live with the loss of their team, so they pulled up their roots and moved to LA. When they come back to New York, it is not so much a family reunion as it is Hatfields and McCoys. That is why this and every year I dread this night and the ones to follow.
As for Hank, I can best sum him up the way the chief in the original Night of the Living Dead described the zombies to a reporter: "They're dead; they're all messed up." I'm just happy that come Monday Hank will spring back to life as good as new. He will revert to wearing his Mets orange and blue; we will talk again, and he will survive until the next time. Most zombies never get that lucky.
Photo credits: 1955 Dodgers-librarythinkquest.org; dodger cap-keymancollectibles.com