You see that? Breathless. Literally out of breath. Zero breath. Shirts so fire they could not breath. Lungs ceased functioning. Never mind the fact that the next line was this:
Thanks for nothing Travis.
Last night was basically Halloween for your boy KFC:
Pretty depressing when you A) wear a compression sleeve to a game at the age of 30 and B) its baggy on you because your arms suck. More like a Depression Sleeve. Whatever. Shorts, shirt, shoes and 7 Line Hat game was on fire so made up for it. Also true story I told the dude next to me I would take my pants off if Uribe hit a home run, so when it happened, I did. Flamingo shorts on the ground. Its really cool to go to a baseball game with me.
Also just an FYI to all the people who are like “Man, you are insufferable when one of your teams is good” – its going to get A LOT worse than this from here on out. I’ve been waiting almost a decade to get back here. So unfollow me or stop reading now. I might not talk about a single thing other than the Mets from here until this season ends.
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All my Mets ladies, you know I couldn’t forget you: