No hellos, but lots of ear bling!
I shouted out “Thank you” as he breezed past. I hope he didn’t think it was sarcastic because he didn’t sign an autograph. I meant it. Thank you, Omar, for our team.
The hall of famer got cheered as he left through the Mets Office exit. Rob and I just found ourselves there after staying late on line for the store. Hey…maybe if we hang around, we’ll see more lovely people exit the stadium!
Also, I bought the most adorable jersey. Not a women’s size, of course. Because MLB still thinks I’m a 10-12 year old boy.
Including David Wright.