With every pitch of last night's devastating Mets loss to the Cubs I felt the stomach acid burning holes in my belly. Ulcers were forming at an alarming rate; but I had been dealing with this my entire life and was well prepared. After all, I endured an entire decade of Knicks basketball that was more stressful than solving the American economic crisis. Charles Smith missing layup after layup against the Bulls, Patrick Ewing trying the finger roll instead of dunking, Reggie Miller taunting our fan base multiple times after raining down clutch three-pointers...and this was all when the team was good!
