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.
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.
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!
Including David Wright.
He holds the hand of a teammate for support.
We heard the horrible scream as they turned him over. Oh man oh man.