I'm rubber, you're glueIt bounces off me, and sticks to youI don't carenot at all, I swear!For what we're doing, I have no clue!
..and here he is...
It's January, and it's kinda slowcan't wait for the games to start to flowAnd as summer heatswe'll hand out the defeats :)And our faces will be all aglow...
Its wishful thinking each dayTo watch them as they playYou want them to winA loss is a sinMaybe David can show them the way
its good to be positive even when you're not
I'll take you up on thatWhen our team comes to batWe can drink and be merrythen take the Staten Island Ferryand be there in 10 minutes flat
Oh this could be a dateThese limericks, some kind of fateThe Mets will playWe'll make it a dayJust have to make sure I'm not late
You name it lol
You better not be late!I'll be in a <pissed off stateThen the Mets will winwe'll get us some dinJust make sure you wait at the gate...
I don't know why...lol
I'll be there, don't you seeIts the Mets, then dinner for you and meMaybe wine, a glass or twoA day and night for me and youIts all so easy when we both agree
check the winelist :-)
Yes, I'd like a glass of wineOne that's white and dry and fineMaybe a Pinot Grigiowe'll invite Craig BiggioAnd some feta cheese in the white, salty brine
Oh, Lizzzie, you're on FIRE!
I'll think of something to throw in...
The wine selected seems just rightMaybe even a little candlelightAs for Biggio, we'll have to seeThis date is just for you and meBesides I think he has a date that night
CAMetgirl you came on this thread While I lay sleeping in my bedYou are a Mets fan it would seemWith a World Series still a dreamKeep that thought, the Mets ain't dead