In weird places? Nah, not really, but there is Mets crap all over my world. My son's room is chock full o' Mets stuff - pennants, lamp, posters, hats, balls, cards. The refrigerator in the basement has a Mets magnetic schedule from every year since 1994 stuck on it. My home office is adorned with an item or two including a ticket stub from Game 6 (wasn't there - someone gave it to me). My actual office in the City has one of those Mookie/Buckner autographed pictures and a ticket from Game 3 of the 2000 World Series and two game used balls - the first and only foul ball I ever got (Rockies 4, Mets 0 - at Shea 8/6/97 off the bat of 23 year-old rookie Todd Helton) and a ball Bill Robinson flipped to me after a game at Wrigley (Mets 5, Cubs 2 - 6/28/86).