Well, of course! They're the worst of them all. They should move the World Series there and they can all wave them like they have Parkinson's.
Man though, today though. . . By the end of game, it seemed like I pretty much was rooting for the Mets. Shea settled down with the towels, and they impressed me in a few situations. But Suppan really took that game for himself, when he faced Valentin with them loaded one out, and whipped out those two curves that fell off the face of the fuckin' earth, he waited the entire game to whip that pitch out, every other breaking ball was those tight little ones. He really lit that at bat up, man, damn.
Besides for pinch hitting Floyd, Wille had a pretty good series. Minaya, a bad year; I'd've traded Milledge and anyone for D-Train.
I watched the game with basically a room full of Mets fans, just one other Yankees dude, and it seemed like I was more for the Mets than the rest of the room. Perhaps I simply drank more, and was more boisterous, but. . . I dunno what got into me. I guess I just didn't want a Series in those towel slappin' parks.