But those that are asking, and many have asked the question.

Last night, Tiki and I were at the MEC game, got a little less than Y airtime.

Tiki Barber left the game in the top of the seventh inning.

So that was his official time-to-leave moment.

The score at the time was 8-2.

He felt very comfortable with the lead.

No, I was just bored.

You were bored! All the scoring happened in the lead. No, I was just bored. You were bored.

All the scoring happened in the first, like, I don't know, four innings?

Well, you missed the five-run first inning.

So basically, once Tiki sat down, he saw a 3-3 game.

Yes.

Tommy, on the other hand, poor positive Tommy, he actually saw the Mets lose because he sat down and saw two Padre runs and one MET run. And the moment he sat down was a Padre Homer. Like the first pitch he saw from the scene. And speaking of that, and I'm talking to Tiki here, Tiki, this is just me saying this, you don't have to co-sign. We work with two bad humans because I'll tell you why. What we do? They're right. When I was on the train, the Mets scored all their runs. And these two nitwits, I know them like the back of my hand, were cooking up a thing for the show today. Had the Mets blown that lead? They would have Frank the tank sicken me, all his goons on my back. That positive Tommy cursed the Mets last night. I'm not dumb. No, they were talking about it before you arrived. Yeah, some friends. No. They're not your friends. They use you as a friend. I'm an action figure. I did say to Sean, positive Tommy gets no credit for this win considering they had a lead before he arrived. I did say that.

You're a jerk. I was on the train watching the game. That doesn't count. On my way to the game. When did you get there? Did you see any of the runs? I did. I got there. Evan and I pulled in right when Clay Holmes got off the, he was getting his hands check. Correct. When we arrived.

So now the problem is once we're in the building, I have a choice to make.

I can run up the stairs or I can wait for the elevator. The elevator is very, very slow at City Field. So I ran up the stairs. Give the exercise. I was hoffing. I was hoffing. And I got to the seat right after Jeff McNeil delivered the biggest end of the game, which underratedly

was the biggest end of the game. It made it 3-0, and I was in my seat for the Beatty home run.

Yes. I was not. I was at the bar or the whatever.

Because Tiki and Sean's priority upon getting to the game is to get drinks and food.

My priority is to sit there. Is my wrong? Yes. No, no, no, no. This has changed for me, though, going to baseball games. Because of pace of play now, the moment I get to a stadium, I got to eat dinner, I would rather get it done and then not have to worry about standing on a line during another inning outside of the bathroom. I'm not going to lie to you guys.

I almost bagged on you. What? I really almost did. Why? I was going to the game. I almost went to the Cadillac Club. I was that close. I walked in and I was like, hmm. Damn it. I'll follow it. You know, it's funny.

The second thing Tiki said to me

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