Wrapped Up Like A Douche

Take Me Out to the WULAD
I'm having my first run-in with "the New Mets" tonight as they arrive at the Oakland Coliseum to attempt to right the wrongs of the '73 World Series; here's hoping they don't disappoint me, their most important fan. (As a matter of fact, it'll be my first real live baseball game of the year, period.)

But before I go, I just want to announce to the world (do you hear me, world?!) that C-Baby is a saint for volunteering to sit with me and knit even though she could give a flying rat's ass-crap about baseball. (It's the cotton candy.)

In case you're going, we'll be the ones with the matching Mets watches and opposing blue & orange vs. yellow & green foam fingers. Feel free to stop by and dump some popcorn on me.