Barney Stinson of “How I Met Your Mother” once enumerated the times that he indulged in the habit of smoking:
“I only smoke in certain situations: post-coital, when I’m with Germans, sometimes those two overlaps, coital, birthdays, to annoy my mom, pre-coital, on a sailboat, the day The Mets are mathematically eliminated every year,…”
Which was, this year, Saturday night. As Jason Bay Watch(ed) from the sidelines on the DL (as predicted on this blog months ago) the Mets wretched second half is now all over but for the shouting and finger pointing. At least we don’t have to listen to announcers talking about how every dámņëd game is a “must win” as if the Mets had any post-season hopes while anyone with the ability to count knew the season was pretty much over weeks ago.
* sigh * Enjoy your cancer stick, Barney.
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