Have you any dreams you'd like to sell - baseball version

[Chad ochoseis]

So, in my dreams, I was at CitiField last night watching the Mets and the Braves. I won a raffle that entitled me to one mezzanine level seat (which CF doesn't have, of course) for a future game. I had to wait on line in their customer service office to claim the ticket from some guy in a cowboy hat, and the ticket still cost $20.15 (handling charges). This took until the bottom of the 8th, so I missed most of the actual game, which the Braves won 17-10. After the game, I was waiting in the parking lot for a friend of mine to meet me, and I couldn't find her, and I couldn't call her because it had started to rain and I couldn't see my cell phone display.

So even in my dream world, the Mets suck and so does their customer service.

[Benjamin Grimm]

But at least they scored ten runs!

[A Boy Named Seo]

Chad Ochoseis wrote: So, in my dreams, I was at CitiField last night watching the Mets and the Braves. I won a raffle that entitled me to one mezzanine level seat (which CF doesn't have, of course) for a future game. I had to wait on line in their customer service office to claim the ticket from some guy in a cowboy hat, and the ticket still cost $20.15 (handling charges). This took until the bottom of the 8th, so I missed most of the actual game, which the Braves won 17-10. After the game, I was waiting in the parking lot for a friend of mine to meet me, and I couldn't find her, and I couldn't call her because it had started to rain and I couldn't see my cell phone display. So even in my dream world, the Mets suck and so does their customer service.

[Jung]
As dreams are the windows to our subconscious, it's clear that despite your love for the Mets as a team, you hold close to you a devilish mistrust of the Mets as an organization, as they not only sold you a "free" seat that doesn't exist, but the cowboy-hatted broker was the least New York-y or Metropolitan-y person your brain could've conjured.

You not being able to find your friend was a personal manifestation of the Mets being completely lost and not being able to call anyone for help (bullpen included, as is evidenced by the 17 fuckin runs allowed).

I would like to see your brain's box score. Curious if Desi Relaford pitched an inning in there somewhere.

These Mets do suck. As brother Jung said, "Embrace your grief, for there your soul will grow".
[/Jung]

[Guest d'Kong76]

Mets lost by a touchdown on draft day, perhaps you're not happy with
with your football team's first round pick?

[Edgy MD]

A Boy Named Seo wrote: [Jung]You not being able to find your friend was a personal manifestation of the Mets being completely lost and not being able to call anyone for help[/Jung]

[Freud]I'm gonna have to differ with my estimable colleague here. This is textbook sexual insecurity. Couldn't see his cellphone display? If that's not impotence anxiety, then I don't know what.[/Freud]

[seawolf17]

Benjamin Grimm wrote: But at least they scored ten runs!

That's how you know it didn't actually happen.

[Chad ochoseis]

Edgy MD wrote: A Boy Named Seo wrote: [Jung]You not being able to find your friend was a personal manifestation of the Mets being completely lost and not being able to call anyone for help[/Jung] [Freud]I'm gonna have to differ with my estimable colleague here. This is textbook sexual insecurity. Couldn't see his cellphone display? If that's not impotence anxiety, then I don't know what.[/Freud]

This is fair. I mean, what better symbol of impotence is there than the Mets?

[Lefty Specialist]

Chad Ochoseis wrote: This is fair. I mean, what better symbol of impotence is there than the Mets?

[Guest cooby]

Lol