Confessions of a Mets Addict

Hi. My name is Ultimetfan1969 and I have a problem. I love baseball. I love the Mets.

I have not missed a game (wish I could be there in person for all 162 and 9+ innings, but let me hit the lottery and then blog about that escapade!) this year and only missed 3 last year when I was out of the country for 10 days. (I was able to catch a Mets/Yankees contest or two while in Colombia on ESPN Deportes).

So, I catch every game on TV / Radio or in-person (when I am lucky). If games are during the day at work, I try to get a signal, though its tough, but compensate by watching the re-run. Well, yesterday, August 7 I was faced with a major conflict in life. I had Mets tickets and tickets to my favorite modern day singer, Chris Isaak. What did I do?

Before you stone me like an unfaithful muslim woman in the street, please note that I was at 2 games this year (with another coming this month) and at ZERO Isaak concerts since '03.

Isaak out did the Mets (who lost to the Braves). I didn't get a chance to see any replays or highlights.

Well, I promise not to miss any more games.

Footnote: I got to shake Chris Isaak's hand after the show.