I don’t really follow baseball. I haven’t got time. Still, I always have a soft spot in my heart for the New York Mets. I was in fourth grade when they won the ’86 World Series. I seem to have passed my affinity for the team from Flushing on to my son. So this evening, after dinner, we went to a sporting goods store where someone got his very own Mets shirt! Because he’s good at getting what he wants, his aunt who was with us also bought him his very own Mets cap.
No he can stop stealing mine.