My mouth is still agape after witnessing this pile of wild goose excrement that the New York Mets put together to promote their season ticket discount. The brainstorming room for the morbid Mets marketing department must look, sound and feel exactly like Fisher & Sons on a back-to-back-to-back funeral afternoon. Embarrassing.
It was a helluva ride.
The perils of being a professional athlete.
I’m sure Lisk could have suggested a nice local IPA, but it just wasn’t the time.
You have no counter, President.