I had to cut short my weekend basketball (not easy when you shoot 75%) for baseball (well, sort of). I accepted an invite to visit Citifield – home of my beloved Mets with Shelly. Doors opened at 12:30 p.m. and hoops officially ends at noon but often runs a bistle over. Needless to say, we arrived a bit early. We met my brand new group sales liaison. Shelly then took and posted a photo of the “new Mets owner” on social media. Anyone who requested tickets I directed to Ju...