Good morning to all Mets Fans and especially all the new readers that joined the Mets Police this week.
Friends, Charliegate bothers me. I have a bad feeling about this.
For the newbies…on Saturday I try to take things a little lighter since traffic is usually down on the weekend. I think you’ll still find the content engaging, but I don’t do Important Stuff when nobody is looking.
On Saturday I head off to Unnamed Donuts Chain (the one that has great coffee) and always mention it. Someday they will sponsor my blog. Sometimes I do Actual Athletics, but right now I am at soccer with Junior…and he is today’s problem.
Yesterday I was in Sporting Goods Store and had a gift card. I didn’t want anything so I let the kids pick what they wanted. Beloved Daughter (she of the Black Mets Jersey – we can get into that another day) got some shoelaces or something. Junior headed over to the caps.
He picked a Yankee cap.
Earlier in the week we were watching the World Series and he said when he grows up he wants to be on the Yankees. For Free.
“What if the Mets give you a million dollars?”
He’d rather be on the Yankees. Why?
“They always win.”
As you may know, every child born since 1996 is a Yankees fan. This is not Fred Wilpon’s problem but it damn sure is going to be Jeff’s problem. An entire generation gone. Jeff better hope that (a) Sandy is as good as advertised and (b) there are as many frontrunners in this town as there were in the 1980’s.
So Junior got a Yankees cap.
Yoda: Told you I did. Reckless is he. Now, matters are worse.
Obi-Wan: That boy is our last hope.
Yoda: No. There is another.
A sister!
Yes Mets fans, there is another. A sister. A sister I believe never before mentioned on the blog.
Baby Sister picked out (on her own)….a Mets cap.
A Twins ’47 cleanup model blue cap just like the one her dad likes and wears.
As for Junior, he needs his Tom Seaver moment. I met 41 as a boy. I’m going to have to get Junior in a room with David Wright.
