Even as we look forward to the new year, I couldn’t help but look back today when I found a 1996 Mets pocket schedule, featuring a younger, slimmer Jason Isringhausen on the front. Izzy was 24. I was four. That year, I went to my first game — which the Mets won in extra innings — and fell in love, not knowing what I was getting myself into. Sixteen years later, Izzy is still a Met. And so am I.