Tomorrow, around 1:00 pm, my nephew Chris is coming over to help me root for the Mets. We start the season tomorrow and it continues until the Jets lose their last game, in December. Then we take a break until the first Sunday in April that the Mets start playing again.
A perfect Sunday for Chris would be a Mets or Jets win, and macaroni for dinner. This is one boy, who loves his macaroni. I don’t think he can cook, but if the Mets or Jets should have an off day, and Chris marries, and his wife throws him out, the first thing he will learn to cook is macaroni. It might even be for breakfast. If the Mets or Jets don’t have an off day and she throws him out, he may perish from starvation, with the game on. He is his Grandfathers grandson for sure. If the Mets are losing 1-0 in the top of the first, he has them losing the game, as he paces around my den, lamenting why they don’t get rid of that bum.
Christopher Ruvolo, math teacher, and track coach. His family knows him as a teacher, but to him he’s a track coach. But this I say with sincerity, he’s a good kid. Very respectful, with the same inclination to root for losers that his uncle has.
So if Chris should stop at your house unexpectedly, just turn on the game, and start the pot boiling.
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My nephew Anthony is a very funny person. Where does this come from? His mother, my wonderful sister Ellen, enjoys a laugh as well as the next person but, being of the dark, Irish stock we are, her humor is very subtle and often darker than some other. The Manning's share this having learned from the wit of an old Irishman, James.
No, Anthony must get it from his father.
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