Boo Hoo

The Mets and I are through.

Reading Les Misérables at work has finally liberated me.

Here on the one hand are all these young men standing vastly outnumbered inside the barricade, each and every one of them prepared to fight to the death because they believe in what they'll be dying for, and doing this unfed and for free. And on the other hand, another bunch of relatively young men facing the exact same number of their kind in a night game in Philadelphia for which they are being paid thousands of dollars for every single minute that they play. And yet it's the Mets who cannot fight--the Mets are the ones acting like heroes with head wounds.