Sick and tired and sick and drinking apple juice and crammed into a corner of my couch, getting text messages from friends who don’t care about sports, much less live in New York and care about the Mets, rooting for us. The cat trying to climb into our laps, but I am curled up and TBF is keeping score and he is not happy.
But we won.
Fingers crossed for Cliff.
Yes, I still owe you a game 2 post and photos. But, the sick thing.