If the Mets are going to raise ticket prices for basically the same group of players and coaches that were there last season, most likely without any of that cash being put back into the money pit known as Shea Stadium in it's final season, I think I should get something back for my money. I think the least that I, as a fan, have a right to expect, is Heidi Klum to provide me with a deep tissue massage using Wesson Oil after the bottom of the fifth ... you know, when the game becomes official.But if she does it for me, then I guess then she would have to provide a massage for everyone else in the stands. And boy would her arms be tired ... especially when the house is packed on, say, Merengue Night.
But if she can't get to everybody, then how about at the very least she gets help from those "Deal or No Deal" girls?
On second thought, bad idea. The vegetable oil will probably have me baste like a chicken during those day games in July. Not to mention that while I'm face down enjoying magic fingers, Jeff Wilpon will probably steal my wallet to help pay for Livan Hernandez's inevitable contract.
Enjoy my blood money. Auf Wiedersehen.
