I don't know about you but...
Yeah I do.
You're walking around in heaven too.
The leaves are changing and your favorite team in all sports, the Chicago Cubs, is still playing baseball.
And playing baseball as good as anybody if not better.
So are the New York Mets.
And may I say that's the last time you'll hear me say "New York Mets".
Because now I'm putting my old Cubs hat on.
The one I used to wear in the '80s when the Mets were not only good but also in the same division as the Cubs, The East.
There was Doc Gooden and Darryl Strawberry and Keith Hernandez and Lenny Dykstra and Ray Knight and there wasn't any team you hated more (not even the Cardinals).
I know somewhere in this blog is the "dog ass" story.
We went to a Cubs v Mets game at Wrigley and sat next to a small crowd of guys who said "dog-ass" about everything.
"My dog-ass beer got warm."
"Yeah, it is dog-ass hot out, man."
"I hate the Dog-Ass Mets."
It immediately stuck with us, and now I'm gonna bring it back full time.
Because I do not like these Dog-Ass Mets either.
Although, I am SO HAPPY that that's who the Cubs will play (rather than L.A.)
I am SO HAPPY that they had to use Noah "Thor" Syndergaard in relief Thursday night.
I am SO HAPPY they had to take a bumpy 5+ hour flight from Los Angeles to New York.
Here's what it says on Mets.com: "Over the past five days, the Mets crisscrossed the country three times in the air, played a series of baseball games deep into the night, partied once, conducted countless interviews and slept fewer hours than any of them would care to admit."
I am SO HAPPY those sleepy bats gotta contend with Jon Lester tonight.