I was just downstairs getting a drink before bed, and Argenis Reyes appeared in front of me plain as day. "I was a Met!" he cried. "You can't deny me!" "Argenis Salazar?" I asked. "What are you doing in my kitchen?" "REYES!" he yelled. "I was a Met in two different seasons! REYES!! Like Jos�!!" "Only... different," I replied. "Yeah, different," he sighed. Still, though. Argenis Fuckin' Reyes. Right there in my kitchen.