I had sat at the hipster bar near Detroit for seven innings, and the Mets had only two hits. The season was over unless we could come up with a couple of runs in the final two frames against the Brewers. I couldn’t take it. I settled my tab and took the streets of Hamtramck, […]
I had sat at the hipster bar near Detroit for seven innings, and the Mets had only two hits. The season was over unless we could come up with a couple of runs in the final two frames against the Brewers. I couldn’t take it. I settled my tab and took the streets of Hamtramck, […]
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