Last night, my kids and I settled in to watch the World Series. The top of the first ended uneventfully. Then my nine-year-old asked for dessert, a request denied by his mother.
This inspired one of the more memorable tantrums in nine-year-old history. In true Met style, the kid never made it into the second inning.
Watching this episode reminded me of another classic World Series watching moment:
Someone get me an f-ing wiener before I die!