The depth of your compassion astounds, Maria. Truly, you spoil me.
If I tell you I’d be happy to be patient and see the Cubs get their series this year if it meant another Mets post-season that I wasn’t dead for some other time, would you believe me?
Please. I compartmentalize my compassion for things that actually matter.
That sounds fair enough. If they knocked out, I’ll even buy you a drink.