I know, in my heart, that these guys are spoiled brat rich kids who don't give a flying fuck about you or me. But we root for the laundry, because I remember being ten years old in 1986. And I remember being in the stands in Rochester in 1997 when the Red Wings won the IL title, and I want to do that at Citi Field someday now that I'm an adult. And I remember the Piazza wild pitch, and the Pratt home run, and all the moments that made me just go fucking bananas and made me feel like I was part of a winner, even though I know full well that I'm nothing to them. I'm not a season ticket holder, not a fan club member, just some schlub who collects baseball cards and wears a blue hat every day. Ah, I don't even have the energy to finish my thought. I hate this crap, and it's so annoying that if they'd just said "eff it" and worn the damn caps and paid the fine or whatever, we would have stood up, as a fan base, and said YES, THANK YOU, METS. Instead we do this. Dammit dammit dammit. Eff David Wright, eff Josh Thole, eff the whole damn organization. Dammit.