Let’s face it. There was nothing to say last week. I more than welcomed my weekend in upstate New York to see Phantom Planet with Laura. And I more than welcomed Mackey (left) into the family when I arrived home. Mackey is named after none other than Mackey Sasser. He’s probably not my first choice of past Mets to name my fish after however my sister has a sentimental bond to Sasser. Back in 1989, my sister and her 6th grade class had the honor of “singing” the national anthem at Shea Stadium. Before they performed they all met and shook hands with Mr. Sasser. I’m pretty sure at the time she had no idea who he was. I’m pretty confident that she couldn’t tell you that much about him, now. Yet, ever since then the two (in her mind) have had this unbreakable bond. Now we have a fish named after him. I think I’ll have to insist the next fish be named Nails.
To anyone who may have been at this game, I really hope you were late because it was one of the worse things my ears have been subjected to (and I saw Panic At The Disco this weekend).
