While I am most definitely depressed, I tried to cheer myself up today by going for a bike ride and not thinking about the Mets. But I came home, browsed the dead trees (Post and the Times) and then decided to check the score of today's game.
Damn. Double damn. Triple damn. Infinity damn. Slaughtered by Detriot. And two of their best butchers called in sick. The only decent news I can glean is that David Wright hit another home run and the Mets did score some runs. But Tommy G is the man and if he has fallen in a K-less hole then we are in deep doo doo.
Enough. I can't take it. I almost out of Baci chocolates so these guys better get their crap together. I refuse to be fat and depressed at the hands of lesser chocolates.
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