"How 'bout my Mets?" was Fausto "Fuzzy" Mamori's way of saying hi after I agreed to accept the charges for his collect call from a Federal facility for those who can't seem to get enough of the prison experience.
It was the morning after the Amazins had swept a double-header from the Phillies to give them a winning record despite their committing enough crimes on days when Jacob DeGrom does everything possible to win ballgames—from bullpen meltdowns to lack of hitting support—to qualify for a RICO conspiracy indictment.
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