Cubs win! Cubs win! Cubs win!
I listened to the game at work so I wasn't able to see the errors by Gutierrez and Spencer in the ninth, but it sure sounded ugly. Once again, as Tony Batista crossed home plate my cell phone rang. I don't think I need to tell you who it was.
I wasn't able to answer the call, so here's what I heard when I checked my voicemail:
Trendon: I know you're just ignoring me. You damn well know you wanted to pick up that call. [unintelligible] This is what happens!
Bye!
O ye of little faith. I never doubted my beloved Mets for a second.
Yeah, I'm full of shit. It doesn't make me a bad person, though. Does it?
I wasn't able to answer the call, so here's what I heard when I checked my voicemail:
Trendon: I know you're just ignoring me. You damn well know you wanted to pick up that call. [unintelligible] This is what happens!
Bye!
O ye of little faith. I never doubted my beloved Mets for a second.
Yeah, I'm full of shit. It doesn't make me a bad person, though. Does it?
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