I Am The Gooch...

Actual excerpt from an email to my Boss from his Brother...

If the Mets believe in omens, consider this a good one: In 1986, with a division title a foregone conclusion, the Mets needed to win one game in Philadelphia to clinch the division. They were swept in that three-game series, trimmed only one game off their magic number the next series in St. Louis, and returned to Shea to sew up the title. Twenty years later, the Mets missed a chance on the other side of Pennsylvania, disappointing busloads of fans who drove there expecting to watch history, only to clinch at home. In an incredible twist of fate, the Sharp brothers of Brooklyn attended both the Philadelphia and Pittsburgh games, thereby comprising a small but elite group of fans who Ryaned the Met efforts twenty years apart.

I evidently am synonymous with gooch... reakl fucking nice... looks like someone isn't going to any playoff games this season...

Even on weekdays

Even on Sunday

Even in the blackest nights

Even when you touch me

I know you don't love me

And I can't make it right

"Tell Me What To Say" Black Lab