THEATER OF THE ABSURD.

Go figure. We can get Shea’s home plate into outer space, but we can’t get the World Series trophies and the Mets Hall of Fame into Citi Field.

(Have you all been sending your letters? You haven’t, have you. I have another one going on Friday.)

I fell asleep after Daniel Murphy dropped what was probably the first ball in the outfield. It is probably better that way.

Can I just say that, right now, I am not looking forward to going to Boston? I am not looking forward to watching the Mets play like Little Leaguers at Fenway. We are there for two games, and it was *not* cheap. (At least for one game – for the Sunday game, a Red Sox fan of my acquaintance sold me his season tickets at face value. “I don’t markup tickets for baseball fans that I know personally,” he said.)

Who else is going to Boston?