What I learned today is that baseball is baseball and love is love and sometimes they intertwine. We went to CitiField today to watch the Mets play. They're Daddy and Grandpa's favorite team. And right now, they suck. But that didn't stop them from dressing up in their orange-and-blues and cheering for them and treating the stadium like it's some sort of cathedral.
I can't promise that I'm gonna be a Mets gan. Wyatt likes them but he loves the Giants. And unless Wyatt and I grow up to be pure rivals, I'll probably love the Giants too.
But if Daddy loves the Mets and he loves me, then they can't be all that bad, can they?
Don't make me answer that.
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