bittersweet

well i sold my tickets to the met game last week and now i feel like an absolute shmuck.

i'm a huge fan, but i couldn't bear to watch them blow the division and watch a meaningless sunday game. but this game is far from meaningless.

john maine yesterday, by the by, what a game.

anyway, so i have a ton of work to do for tomorrow because i am a master putter offer of work. my buddy, however, called me right before the drunken stupor set in last night and informed me that he had an extra ticket to see bob dylan at harbor yard. elvis costello is opening up. yea, bob dylan's voice is beat now but the ticket's free so i will be sitting back just enjoying.

even better, how many people will be able to say they saw dylan, even if it is at the end of his career?

let's go mets because they already blew it. now it's time to stake a claim to what is rightfully theirs - the sucky national league. we'll know by tonight.

I almost forgot - FUCK PHILLY - ever since the phils made their run at the mets division, fans have come out of the woodwork supporting their team.

that is garbage.

public safety sucks.

be real.