Uh oh.
Last night I opened up my new copy of MLB2K10 and started on my new season. As usual, I set out to make myself a pitcher on the Mets (bumped Jon Niese for the 5 spot).
The first thing that stinks is I now have to lie about my age. If I make myself my real age the game makes me old and tired and I last 3 innings and announce my retirement at the end of the season. I made myself 20. Pathetic.
That’s not the big problem. Mets Police Junior comes by and the story is very very troubling, and as much as y’all will bust my chops, if I am Dave Howard or Jeff Wilpon this should be a red frakking alert warning.
Junior watches me load the game.
“You’re the Mets?” Yes.
“Are you going to be the Yankees?” No.
“Will you be the Yankees next game?” Nope, I’m on the Mets. What’s your obsession with the Yankees?
“I like them. They win.”
Jeff you lived this in the late 1970’s much like I did. All the brainwashing in the world won’t overcome a World Series victory to a 6 year old. Perhaps I’m undercutting the entire point of my blog, and Cerrone over on Metsblog is right: just win.
Very troublesome night. Fortunately he’s 6 and if he has one fun day at Citi Field he’ll swing the other way, and the first team to hold Clone Wars night is likely to win him over for life.
Last year his highlight was that we got a Johnny Rockets shake when we checked out Fake Yankee in April. Maybe I’ll take him there on a cold night and tell him the shake place closed.