Mets fans were very angry.
The movie "42" captures Jackie Robinson's courageous and tumultuous rise from the negro leagues to the minors and, eventually, the Brooklyn Dodgers. The painful slurs and on-the-field attacks Robinson endured brings the viewer face-to-face with pre-civil rights America. For just a few moments, a new generation gets to feel the bigotry and resulting pain, see the whites only toilets, and experience being turned away from hotels because of the color of their skin.
It's an annual ritual yet always different. Like spring itself. Like the first taste of matzah at the Passover seder. It marks renewal. It brings past memories and future hope together in the pure, unblemished present. Like a blank page waiting to be imprinted.