[Ed. note: this piece is entirely fictional and should be read in the spirit of "The Curious Case of Sidd Finch"]
Late autumn is when baseball honors its own, handing out hardware in recognition of the past season’s greatest individual achievements. For all the awards given out this postseason, there will be nothing for fans, no Cy Young of the seats, no Gold Glove of the grandstand.
If there were a Most Valuable Fan, no baseball buff would have a fuller trophy case than one longtime New York Mets partisan. He is baseball’s greatest “comedifan.”