Elster Enjoys The Game

As Elster points out, last night was a lot of fun.

And, yes, Joe does need a haircut. (Or maybe I'm jealous; almost six weeks into sefirah, no one notices whether I need a haircut).

The game was a success for four reasons:

Good company

Good weather

The Mets won, and

(most importantly) After a cool manuever, I managed to get out of the parking lot in about 5 minutes. Even after dropping Joe off on Main Street and Elster at his car and OOS at his summer residence, I was home within 40 minutes.

My father, of blessed memory, is certainly smiling in shamayim since (i) the Mets won, (ii) the accursed Dodgers, abandoners of Brooklyn, lost, and (iii) his son, following in his footsteps, got out of the parking lot quickly.

A final thought.

Why do I feel guilty for two days if I eat a couple of hot dogs from Mendys for lunch yet I feel no guilt if I eat two hot dogs and a beer at the ballpark?