I agreed to it with a guy friend when I was 16 (This was in 2000)
We were talking shit about baseball when we made a bet.
The Mets had to win the World Series within the next 10 years (by 2010) or else I had to marry him. (The guy friend I made this pact/bet with was a Yankees fan.)

Ah to be young and dumb again.

We lost touch by 2003.
2004 I'm walking out of the North Bldg at John Jay
and who do I see but dude
caught up a bit
THIS GUY had the nerve to tell me to keep it moving after 10 minutes because he didn't want his crazy Dominican girlfriend to kirk out on me and in the same breath telling me I "better not have forgotten about our little bet"

Around 2007 I bumped into a mutual friend of ours
He knocked up Cray-Cray a year earlier in 2006
had another daughter (he already had a little girl when we met in 2000)
STILL asking about me tho

The very last time I heard anything about him was 2011 I want to say, something about moving to Roosevelt Island.
The Mets never did win a World Series but he got hemmed up so I won by default. And thank God too because I started regretting it a good 4 months after I said yes.

So
Am I invited to Baby Al's first Mets game????

here for dis.