You might see him at your local tavern, perhaps sitting at the bar or maybe out back puking into a dumpster. Just make sure that he has not gotten ahold of a belt, shoelaces or anything else that might be used to end this poor bastard’s life.
The Mets imploded. It was a sickening dive from soaring heights that ended not in a great flash of fire and a loud bang, but rather with a wimper. Kids cried, fat guys in their 40s named Louie cried and I am sure a lot of friends in Queens are walking around in a daze. As a Yankee fan I should relish the downfall of the Metropolitans, but I’m not.Â
I’m down one team to watch and pay attention to in the post season. Curiosity would have demanded that I watch what the dread Mets were up to… but now, who am I going to tune in for? The Phillies? Are you kidding me? Fuggedaboutit!Â
