Yesterday I helped my brother move into a new place in Queens. While I was helping to carry a couch, I heard a man on the sidewalk say, "HEY!" I turned to look at him and he pointed at my Yankee t-shirt. He said in a thick Irish accent, "This is a Mets town. If you're moving in, you'd better adjust."
My brother said, "Don't worry, we're going to eat lunch in Yankee territory." Then he took me to a trailer in the Bronx that served some of the best BBQ brisket I've ever had. I wish I had brought my Jeep to take advantage of the "Oil change and rack of ribs special."
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