Another Mets loss, another cavalcade of bitching and moaning. I've had it with this crap. Baseball is supposed to be an enjoyable distraction from life's monotonous routine. And if I can't enjoy baseball, then I can't enjoy life. And if I can't enjoy life, than I say GOOD DAY TO YOU, SIR.
That's all she wrote, good bye Mets, good bye world, good bye the big fat fucking joke of life.
Wait, I'm not ready to give up yet. I've yet to learn the identiy of the 12th Cylon. Let's give pumpitude enhancement one more shot. Mr. Mustaine, another song please.
Mercie beacoup, mon frere.