There Is No Crying in Baseball (Except Over This Hat)
The New York Times
Mets and Yankees fans seem to agree: Mayor Eric Adams’s both-sides baseball cap struck out.
This was supposed to be a golden, glorious week for New York baseball fans.
The Mets are in the playoffs! The Yankees are too! A fated Subway Series, the first time the teams would be meeting in the World Series in more than two decades, is but a few wins away. You’d think fans would be happier than a kid in Cooperstown.
But then, on Monday, Mayor Eric Adams marched down Fifth Avenue during a Columbus Day parade, wearing a baseball cap that pleased exactly zero New York sports fans.
The hat featured a Mets logo on the right side and a Yankees logo on the left. If there’s no crying in baseball, to Mr. Adams there’s apparently no picking of sides either.
At the moment, as he’s facing federal charges and a sinking approval rating, the mayor’s fair weather hat seemed to be an I’m-With-You plea to baseball fans of all five boroughs.
“I’m like everyday New Yorkers,” Mr. Adams told reporters on Monday, with the curved brim cap situated on his head.
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