I know. You think I don’t know?
I know that I am not just another Mets employee. I know that I am the very personification of this proud baseball organization. I know that I am — MISTER Met.
You Gotta Believe, the Amazin’s, blah-blah-blah: I know.
So, yes, technically speaking, I should not have flipped a white-gloved bird at those, those — paying customers. It was inappropriate. Un-Mister-Met-like. And all those poor children, their innocence lost.
Yeah, right.
This is Queens we’re talking. Flipping the bird in Queens is like saying have a nice day.