The most significant excess weight on a bicycle is the stuff around your middle. So while resisting a hot dog tomorrow night at Shea Stadium might seem culturally bankrupt, I've already dropped 2.5 pounds and I'm not blowing it just for a moment of perfection. Where I'm now a gutter bunny on a boneshaker, soon I will be a roadie stickboy.

Dodgers/Mets tomorrow night. I'll be taking the 7 train from work and meeting up with some other friends from So. Cal., and we're sitting on the Dodgers side. What I didn't realize until we moved to New York was that people here are still upset about the Dodgers leaving Brooklyn in 1958. I mean, really upset--not just sorta joshing around about it. This was a local team, and they turned their backs on Brooklyn.

And moved to my home town, and they're going to kick the Mets' asses tomorrow night, so get over it.

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