Where does the good go

My mother’s competitiveness sucks the joy out of Mets fans

“Hahahahhaha. What happened to the Mets? Weren’t they in first place all along? Hahahahhha. That’s what people get for spending a whole lot of money on jerseys for a loser team. If you had bought a Yankees’ jersey, you could wear it proudly instead of hiding it in shame. Hahahahahahaha” -my mother. That’s right, trash talked by my mom. What up?

I’ll be doing the Tuffel Shuffel in my room, if anyone’s looking for me.

3 Responses to “My mother’s competitiveness sucks the joy out of Mets fans”

  1. Karol Says:

    I love your mom. This reminds me of this:

  2. Dawn Summers Says:

    Yes, my mother’s hatred of me has a long checkered history. When Fisch and I were playing Scrabble in her apartment, he was all “don’t worry ms. summers i won’t beat her and make her cry.” and my mom was all “no, no beat her and by a lot. I like to see her cry.”
    Thankfully, he kept his promise.

  3. Karol Says:

    It’s not very checkered.

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