By Mike Steffanos
I've had plans for this evening for a while to go out with my brother and a couple of really good old friends. When I made the plans, it didn't occur to me the Mets would be playing the Braves tonight, much less Pedro pitching his first game in a month. Still, I resolve just to DVR the game and not keep sneaking out to my car to check on it.
We wound up meeting in a Wings joint in the Milford, CT Post Shopping Center. I sit down at the table and the Mets game is on directly in front of me on a big screen tv. Life is good. One of my friends brought his neighbor with him, who turned out to be a Braves fan. That's okay, I can be restrained. Then the guy admits that he used to be a Mets fan, but switched to the Braves. Now I longer feel the need to be restrained. Freaking traitor.
The Mets kick Atlanta's butt. Life is really, really good. The buffalo wings were good, too.
Bedtime now, game recap tomorrow. Big dumb smile on my face. Did I mention life is good?
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