Okay, it’s Friday afternoon and my Tuesday column is a trifle overdue. We’ve all just spent the past week worrying, arguing, and moaning about the ST 2009 drawbacks facing our Mets and us. Well, I think it’s time we all had a drink or two and made a serious effort to lighten up and relax. Speaking of a drink or two…
I have a friend, one of my favorite people on this here earth actually. He’s a native son of Queens and the absolute greatest Mets fan I know. We spent part of our wayward youth in the late 70s riding in between cars of the 7-train en route to some horrendously bad Mets games, but we never stopped loving them then, and, ah, well, we will love them forever. Dan is also a guy who loves to have a drink now and then.
So he’s returning from an East Coast business trip and trying to make a friend’s party in Vail. It’s early morning, and he’s badly hung over. In typical fashion, he makes his flight with like a minute to spare and somehow makes it to the bar where he happens to be a local legend. As he refreshes with that excellent hangover remedy, Red Bull and vodka, he learns from one of the barkeeps that none other than A-Roid is in the building. Now, Dan doesn’t like that Yankee POC. Thing is the barman tells Dan no one but no one is supposed to know that the Yankee Creep is there.
Seeing that this place is one of Dan’s favorite bars, he can’t stand the thought that it’s being polluted by you know who, so he talks to the manager, who has loved having Dan as a customer and guest performer (a crooner, too) for years. Dan convinces said manager to let him have the mike and stage for a minute as he wants to give a shout out to his friend on his birthday. The manager agrees and Dan gets the floor.
He says his piece, then looks out at the skiing crowd, and proceeds to say, “Oh and hey I just want say Hey, A-Rod, LET”S GO METS!” At this point, A-Rod is freaked out on account of the fact that no one was supposed to know he was there, and he looks like he wants to fall through a hole in the floor (if only!). Guess, the loser doesn’t like being called out. Dan, is, then, how shall I say, escorted off the stage by the manager who had always been so chummy and happy to have my friend’s business. Now, what does this say about loyalty?
I hope this gets some of you revved up, and I’d like to give a shout out to my man, Dan, on this Friday afternoon from my MMO bully pulpit, and say Keep on Rockin’, My Man!
Hey, A-Rod, LET’S GO METS!
