I'm trying hard to figure out what to say about the fact that tonight I'll be sitting the "fabled" right-field bleachers in Yankee Stadium, aka the worst place in the universe, to watch the Mets—at the lowest point of their season thus far—take on the Yankees at their strongest.
Don't pray for me; pray for the Mets. But while you're at it if you can slip in a bit about my physical safety, that'd be nice.
3 comments:
I do believe you would be wise to keep sober and keep your wits about you. And if the game doesn't go our way, do the right thing. Leave early. But should the Mets win, take the gloves off. Any pain inflicted on you will most definitely be worth it.
I'm praying for TBF, so I'll add one for you. Even if you kept sober, that won't stop morons from being morons.
And I don't think it's the Yankees at their best. It's the Yankees better than they've been all year, which is 7-whatever games behind the Red Sox.
Clemens will fold. I am confident.
hope tomorrow! cheer
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