leave it to the mets to sweep the yanks in 4, then get swept by the worst team in their division. fuck.
just because i've moved to south carolina does not mean i have stopped considering myself a new yorker. i still plan on watching web streams of the mets and giants whenever i have the opportunity. i still long for umberto's sicilian pizza and a&s bagels. i miss doing the st. mark's bar run ending up at the comedy cellar (i remember doing this for my 24th birthday with my brother and my college roommate. it is the most drunk i have ever been without throwing up. the night was literally "beer, beer, beer, beerbeerbeer, sake, sake, sake, sake, beer, beer, burger, beer". i got to see greg geraldo that night before he OD'ed a few years back) when i am asked about college football down here, i have to catch myself from saying "oh, no. i'm from new york, where they play real sports." i instead go with the true-but-placating response "oh, no. i'm from new york. our college teams suck." i will give the south this: their peaches are awesome. when i bite into a ripe peach in the summer, it is orgasmic.
oddly enough, when i mentioned at work that i will be taking a few days off to finalize the sale of my house back in new york, i have had repeated requests to bring pizza back from new york. it makes me wonder what sort of poison out of which they make their pizza down here. makes me feel better that i haven't tried it yet.
i know the perfect way for chick-fil-a to increase their revenue 17% immediately: OPEN ON SUNDAYS, YOU FUCKING MORONS!
it seems that with every life-changing moment we have as a family, my wife must find a channel devoted to the topic and watch it 24/7. she did it when we were getting married, she did it when she was pregnant, and she's doing it right the moment since we're getting a house built. you cannot blame me for torturing myself by watching the mets. in my opinion, my self-induced pain is much more dull than listening to what my wife has on TV.
