Mets Detox Day Two: A Lovely Sunday in the NYC

What an enjoyable weekend without dealing with the you-know-whos. If rehab is going to be this easy, I’ll kick myself for not having done so much earlier. Speaking of rehab, I’ve decided labeling this little sabbatical as such is a misnomer. You see, I will come back. Perhaps begrudgingly, and certainly questioning my own sanity, but I am and will always be a fan. In that sense, I fully acknowledge I will never overcome my Mets addiction.

That’s OK, too. However, a self-mandated good ‘ole detox never hurt anybody. So, we’ll continue to provide updates on the detoxification of the latest ingested Mets poisons. Because that is all this really is, a well-timed and completely necessary two-week vacation from the blue-and-orange.

Oh yes, I heard the Mets dropped a nailbiter earlier at the stadium. I’m sure that would have been quite enjoyable to watch. I think I was running in the park at the time…or at the farmer’s market…or nappping. Can’t quite recall, but I can say with complete confidence that whatever I was doing was more pleasant and rewarding than watching Mr. Manuel’s Metros. Check ya later.