Day CC

All Bets Off

     I really don’t know why I blurted out what I did about the Mets, it was an impulsive comeback. I looked at everybody, as they anxiously awaited my explanation, they wanted to know what I really thunk of their beloved Mets. Then my mouth opened, and I heard myself say:

     “They beat da cwap outa da Bosucks, man!”

     I was laughing my arse off as I said it, there was a slight pause, then someone howled:

     “Yea, man!”

     “Damn rite we did!”

     Suddenly everybody was laughing, and everyone was cracking up, it was a joyous moment.

     “Haw haw haw!”

     “He, hee hee, heeeee!”

     “Who who who…ha ha ha haw haw!”

     The party resumed with cheerful mirth, and good will. My host came over flicked his bick, and said:

          “That was very cool, dude. Ya had me sweating da for a while, man. I even reached for a smoke, and came this close to lighting it up, man.”

     At that moment we spied his wife sneak upstairs, and minutes later, she slowly came down, proudly wearing her Yanks Tee.

     “Oh wadda hell honey, it’s already broken, man!” she smiled and joined us.

     “Oh yea, okay okay, but just ya wait till next year,” he came back.

     Then he went upstairs, got his Mets jersey, and as he came down, he grabbed his collar with both hands, smiled and said,

     “Alright, uh!”

     We laughed, and continued to enjoy. I need not say it, but I must, it was one of the best BBQs I’ve ever been to with my family, and thank God I never did bum that smoke.