Mickey walked into work today, and I saw right away that he was in tremendous pain. He looked at me with grief stricken eyes.

“Awww, come here.” I went and put my arms around him. No longer able to contain his emotions, he held me tightly and broke down crying.

“There, there, everything’s gonna be ok. Don’t you worry now.”

“…..why????” He said between sobs. “WHY????”

“It’s ok, everything’s gonna be ok.” I hummed a gentle lullaby to calm him down. “Doo doo dooo doooooo dooo…..”

So why was Mickey in such awful pain? Because, dear readers, my coworker… is a New York Mets fan.