Scratchbomb posted this over at Friends of Tom the other night
“I went to CitiField over the weekend, and my wife cringed at her weird, trashy Mets gear. Yikes.”
and its Oh, So True.
The offending garment, you ask?
Except picture it in bright orange with contrasting blue stitching. Its basically a Mets [tramp-stamp] in cotton jersey, and its horrifying.
Except now she’s spread her special brand of trash to the written word, and here’s what one of her two fans has to say:
Good lord.
This afternoon, scratchbomb, BabyBomb and myself will be heading over to Citi Field for the first game. The First Game is actually a matchup between St. John’s Red Storm abd Georgetown Hoyas. As much as I love baseball, I can’t say I have much of an interest in the collegiate version, but alas.
$10 and we are getting in. Some highlights to look out for later:
Stay tuned and check out my twitter feed. Check out scratchbomb for his photo packed post later.
Love,
JSN
The above is my illicit $5 buyin NCAA tourney bracket. Shame me now, because I’ve got two other brackets running and the deadline is 11:59 tonight.
May the best team, and by that I mean Louisville, win.
Maddie is obsessed with this book, which is fine, except she will randomly point at living things big and small and loudly announce what size poop they make.
That said, I was impressed that she started to flip through the pages of the book and recite an appropriate phrase for the pictures from memory. For example:
Mommy! Elfant makes big poop!
Hey, its one step closer being potty trained.
These people have a 3,000 square foot rent controlled apartment for which they pay $2,000 a month. Kill me now.
The Pepsi sign has moved to Roosevelt Island, where it keeps the abandoned smallpox hospital sweet, refreshing company.
and… a bar where you can hear yourself talk.
