David Wright’s face can transport you back in time.



He is now 35 years old, and he has been a part of the Mets organization for 18 of them, bless him, a feat you’d think would age him rapidly. His body has betrayed him. It’s kept him away from the game and team he loves, and it’s what brought him, after years of trying to fight it, into the chair where he tearfully announced his retirement earlier this month.



And yet, through all of the bad (and boy was there a lot of it), that face, the Mets’ defining one for more than a decade, somehow kept the look of hope and joy plastered on it. Look at it now and you can still see the same determined look of the 22-year-old who hit his first Major League home run in Montreal, or the 24-year-old who leapt with fellow Met of the Future, José Reyes, celebrating the wins that were supposed to signify a shifting in the winds as they headed toward the NLCS.



And it brings me back to his...