Yesterday, my phone rang in the middle of the day. The caller-id had that familiar "718-507" exchange. I couldn't imagine who could be calling me. Maybe Omar wanted to invite me to tag along to the Winter meetings.
No such luck, but there was other good news, as someone from the Mets was calling to verify the shipping address for my pair of oranges. Six to eight weeks, they're telling me, and hopefully they haven't washed the boiled hot dog smell out of them.
aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! [inaudible shriek]