I know. I feel it too. When that last strike was called, oh the sadness. But there’s so much goodness still to blog about, and I will tomorrow. In the meantime, here’s a great example of what a fan at Shea is all about. I can tell you two things: 1) This is not even half as loud as I usually yell for the Mets. I may be on the small side, but boy I cheer big. 2) I have no idea what I’m doing with my jacket.