Love.

What is love?

How does one find the words to describe love?

Do you remember the electric feeling in your stomach the first time you fell in love? The first time you knew you were in love?

If you are in love with someone, are you in love with that person as a singularity or are you in love with the qualities that person possesses? Are you in love with the who are the what?

These questions have baffled philosophers and poets for centuries.

For the answer, I'd direct them to Mike Lupica's latest love letter to Omar Minaya, the do-no-wrong GM of the Mets. Lupica knows it takes a do right all night GM to get a do right all day first baseman.

But Omar is really just the new kid in town.

Also tugging at Lupica's heartstrings is Theo Epstein and his stable of impish helpers.

Do you doubt that Lupica's heart is torn? Then read what he said about them in last Sunday's column:

"I saw a picture in the Boston Globe the other day of Theo Epstein's assistants with the Red Sox, and thought for a second it was the cast of 'The OC.' "

Lupica has no idea how that picture got cut out of the Boston Globe and ended up underneath his pillow.

Sigh. Those cold-hearted Yankee fans just wouldn't understand.