There was sad news in the world of sports this week with the announcement of Jesse Orosco’s retirement. That’s right, Jesse Orosco, the Methuselah of the major leagues.

That name may not mean much to you, but to me and the thousands of people my age who grew up as New York Mets fans, Orosco is a remnant of a better time, when the Mets’ future brimmed with promise.

If Orosco’s name rings a bell at all, the image you likely have in your head is of him throwing his glove in the air and collapsing on the mound as the Mets won the World Series. That was in 1986. Continue reading »