I was not staring at you because I liked you. I was not staring at you because I found you to be attractive. I was staring at you because I saw your dog and thought you were blind. I found an obscene pleasure in staring at someone who could not tell I was staring at them. But then I realized, you just had sun glasses on.
People often say that they admire the resiliency of children. While it may be true that they exhibit this quality more often than their grown & sexy counterparts, I don't think that there is any sect of people on this Earth more resilient than the fans of the New York Mets.
I am amazed at the fact that I am actually able to sit here and write about last nights game after witnessing --LIVE & IN PERSON-- the epic fail that was the 9th inning.
FACT: The Mets are officially on a mission to brutally maim and murder my liver.
We phucked up real bad last night (Really? couldn't let Santana pitch into the 9th, Jerry??!) BUT I'm still willing to find my silver lining...
Driving home from Shea last night with my friend Rob and his brother, we ended up making what seemed to be the horrible choice of taking the BQE. There we are-- cursing the traffic, belligerent as all hell over the monumental 9th inning (dare I use the word) collapse--when low and behold--who is in the car next to us, stuck in traffic? None other than THE Ron Darling, Mr. Perfect-- former Mets pitcher and SNY sport commentator extraordinaire! We screamed and cheered and exchanged a few words with the man about the suckdom that was the game...and then screamed some more...till the point that it was obvious he was uncomfortable making eye contact with us...and tried to pull away...but couldn't move because of the giant parking lot the BQE had turned into before him...
But regardless of making one of the most lovable players in Mets history inordinately uncomfortable, there was no amount of Phillies fans that would have been able to wipe the smiles off these 3 fans faces.